lt;White Bone Demong

In this chilly spring, the wind on the river is as sharp as a knife. The mountains disappear in ten thousand hues, like withered graves.,Quan heaved his foot lightly against Chen Pi, who was already scared and sitting on the ground.,Perhaps because the body was moved, the neckline of the corpse's burial robe was a little open. Chen Pi, who was supporting the corpse, unintentionally saw the faint white flesh inside the collar with her trembling hands. Her eyes went wide.。