When Old White who was squatting at the edge of the ice bed watched Xuanyuan Mo Ze's fingers move slightly, he couldn't help but widen his eyes, it came forward to take a closer look while asking, "Do you guys see that his hand is moving?"
Several small beasts stared at Xuanyuan Mo Ze's hand, and after a good half-long time, they saw that it moved again, and only then did they say in unison, "It moved! It really moved! Is he going to wake up?"
Really see his hand move again, the old white thought also don't know how his situation, so, then came to Feng Jiu's side: "Master, master, Hell's Lord's hand move, master ..."
Feng Jiu vaguely heard the voice, as if she heard saying that Hell's Lord's hand moved, she almost instinctively opened her eyes, and her whole body leapt up from the bed with it.
"Master, Hell's Lord seems to be waking up, his hand is moving." Old White hurriedly said.
