The sharp thorn was deftly clenched and easily tore a huge hole in the cloth.
The sea breeze was the first to pour into the narrow space, blowing away the heavy air inside, bringing with it a nauseating smell of blood, as if it was hell.
The moonlight was as clear as water tonight, but the heavy rain yesterday seemed to have washed the sky clean, and the moonlight was particularly soft.
Perhaps it was because they were far away from the city, there were no skyscrapers above them, and they could see the starry sky.
When song qingxiao entered the tent to sleep, she clearly remembered the hazy Starlight outside. The tents were not too far apart, and there were guards in the middle.
At this moment, a shadow stood on the torn t-shirt, blocking all the light, and the tent was dark.
