C388 The Story of Snow(1)

The familiar place, the familiar street, wasn't this the main street of Meng Country? Faintly shrouding in a layer of mist, Ling Xueshi stood on the main street, not moving because she didn't need to, the surrounding environment changing, immediately followed by familiar shouts, annoying sounds, appearing in her mind every single time.

"Burn her to death, burn her to death