C458 Sanskrit(5)

The moon was dark and the winds were strong.

The world was completely silent. In a corner that no one had noticed, a bunch of branches were dancing wildly. If one looked carefully, they could vaguely see a man who was bound by leaves on a tree.

"Mei Su!" That's enough! " Xuan Qing said in a low voice. His face was suffused with a layer of red that added a bit of glamour to his cold face