C119 Don't cry until you see the coffin

On Ling Long's arm, a dazzling snow lotus bloomed, and on her bluish-purple arm, a shallow line of blood flowed into the snow lotus. Even though this snow lotus was a living being, it continued to spin, and the heart penetrating coldness spread throughout Ling Long's body. The wounds on Ling Long's arm slowly healed, it was extremely strange