C98 A Long Whistle with a Clear Sound

The fierce wind was like a winter breeze blowing over icicles. In the blink of an eye, it froze the blood in front of their eyes. Ji Qingyue covered his shoulder with his hands, and even let out a sigh of relief. He said, "Mother, you're fine, but Yue'er is in pain."

Rann Shuang felt her breathing stagnate for a moment. When she felt the weight of her arms