C582 black hand, lower

In the evening.

The cold and clear moonlight was like a layer of silver cloth enveloping Demonic Wind Ridge.

"How cold …"

"Idiot, quickly extinguish the torch."

Luo Xiao roared.

The disciple was shocked and hurriedly extinguished the torch.

"Idiot, do you want to kill us? If we were to burn our torches here, it would be equivalent to us taking the initiative to expose our target