C565

The profound energy defending the city, was snow-white, so white that even the sky blue could not be seen.

Whirlwind carried the snowflakes past. In front of the North Slope Barracks, Zhang Xianzhong was sipping a cup of steaming milk tea. He frowned as he looked around and said, "Something's wrong with the taste."

Zhang Pinngyuan stuffed the firewood into the open stove