The flying snow, under the stars, falls on the peak.
"How can you be so hurt?"
In the wooden house not far from the tomb of Xia Zhirou, the wine madman looked at Qin Feng, who was in a coma on the bed, and his brows were wrinkled.
"He was originally seriously injured."
Yun Ling stood beside the bed and looked at Qin Feng. There was a deep worry in her eyes. This feeling of panic... She used to have never felt before in preach forest. Since she came out of it, she has been always with him.
When he left his side, when he was injured, the feeling was even stronger.
why…
Why is this feeling?
This feeling is exactly what it is.
Yun Ling looked at Qin Feng and was confused with doubts because she didn't understand her concerns.
"Oh, according to the current situation of this kid, the Kunlun Grand Ceremony is probably missed."
