C235 Demon Stronghold

This little girl was walking so casually, he couldn't help but worry.

Then, Mo Qingge happily grabbed his slender hand. A slight chill as if she had been electrocuted spread from the tip of her finger to the bottom of her heart.

"Royal Uncle, your hand is still so cold." She could not help but speak out.

"Don't you like the song?"

"I like it." Mo Qingge smiled sweetly