C273 Blood night

blood night

As Maki Zin looked at the sleeping Ice Ling, a trace of what was called pity suddenly surfaced in his heart.

"Crack!" "Ka-cha!" As the two bolts of lightning struck down, the icicles on the bed chomped loudly, "No, no …"

"Bing Ling, Bing Ling!" Maki Zin reached out his left hand to pat the back of the icicle, causing it to quiet down as he muttered, "Don't leave