C236 Fireflies in Winter

The wind blew gently, blowing the bottles above his head until they collided with each other. It was like a wind chime, clear and melodious. Ze Luoshen raised his head to look at them, raised his hand to circulate his Qi, and a drop of water in the cold pond appeared out of thin air. With a flick of his finger, the drop of water hit the transparent bottle with a bang. The bottle shattered