C25 Master's bamboo house shiyan qingjun(3)

The night wind was very cold, and her melody was faint and resentful, like an evil spirit that was about to take its life. However, she was still able to produce a mournful sound from her light and gentle tune, causing the hairs on her body to stand on end.

Even the wild beasts that loved to roar at night stopped their roars. The hostility and bloodlust on Yun Duan's body were very strong