C554 Who pays for death

"Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan?"

All they could do was wait for the snow to bury their companion's body, and then slowly pace back to the shore where they lived, not in the hope of life, but in the threat of death, the thick smell of blood in the air that tainted their shiny black feathers.

Seizing the moment that Leng Sha was hugging onto Mo Xiaoran