"You, what have you done?"
The frost spread at the speed of light, and the old lady's image was trapped in a circle. No matter how she struggled, she was unable to break free.
Song qingxiao used her consciousness to form an invisible barrier to restrain her, making it difficult for her to escape.
She was still wailing, and blood tears gushed out of her eyes. There were large and small blood marks on the glass, but the blood spots trembled inside the glass, but they could not escape the restraint of the 'confrontation' word.
The silver Wolf's wide-open mouth was almost biting the glass. The old lady's soul was attacked by this powerful killing intent. Her body trembled, but she could not escape under the suppression of song qingxiao's mental power.
