The cold wind chilled to the bone, the snow fell slowly from the sky, and lands on the tree at the bottom of the cliff. The Wanli Jiangshan becomes a world of sparkling ice the color of white jade, and the leaves that has fallen frome the trees is covered with small shards of frost "The sparkling icecicles, the evergreen trees, are filled with "fluffy needles" and heavy snow.
Cold, cold, so cold... Lan Younian, is confused, only one feeling is that it is so cold, it seems that even her bones are freezing. Is this he**? Certainly, otherwise how could it be so cold? Even my heart is cold, so cold.
That's it, whether it's **** or heaven, I am tired, too tired.
"Master, what seems to be in front of you!?" A handsome man in a white robe exclaimed jumping out of the carriage and looked at the mound that was bulging in the white snow, but it was obvious what the snow covered.
"Fifth younger brother, what is wrong?" Asked a handsome man from the carriage, about seven or eighteen years old, holding a blue umbrella.
"Master, look!" The man in a white robe glanced at a refined man and pointed to the bulging mound in the snow.
The elegant man looked at it carefully and suddenly narrowed his eyes and said to the person inside the carriage. "Master, it seems to be an individual under the the snow."
The cold wind chilled to the bone, the snow fell slowly from the sky, and lands on the tree at the bottom of the cliff. The Wanli Jiangshan becomes a world of sparkling ice the color of white jade, and the leaves that has fallen frome the trees is covered with small shards of frost "The sparkling icecicles, the evergreen trees, are filled with "fluffy needles" and heavy snow.
Cold, cold, so cold... Lan Younian, is confused, only one feeling is that it is so cold, it seems that even her bones are freezing. Is this he**? Certainly, otherwise how could it be so cold? Even my heart is cold, so cold.
That's it, whether it's **** or heaven, I am tired, too tired.
"Master, what seems to be in front of you!?" A handsome man in a white robe exclaimed jumping out of the carriage and looked at the mound that was bulging in the white snow, but it was obvious what the snow covered.
"Fifth younger brother, what is wrong?" Asked a handsome man from the carriage, about seven or eighteen years old, holding a blue umbrella.
"Master, look!" The man in a white robe glanced at a refined man and pointed to the bulging mound in the snow.
The elegant man looked at it carefully and suddenly narrowed his eyes and said to the person inside the carriage. "Master, it seems to be an individual under the the snow."