Summer in the capital was hotter than on Thousand Mountains Island. This year, it was even hotter. Wei Xiaobao, who was born on Thousand Mountains Island, successfully became a little fat dried fish.
She stuck out her tongue and lay soullessly on the cotton-wrapped ice lump.
The three little ones were not inferior either. They each carried a small ice lump and looked like three greedy waiters.
The cloth bag that Madam Wei sewed was neither thin nor thick. It would not freeze them, but it could let them feel the cold air.
However, the best summer vacation weapon was not the ice lump in the cloth bag, but Jiang Guanchao.
When he meditated and circulated his energy, the cold energy in his meridians surged. He was a human-shaped iceberg.
Especially since this iceberg could be climbed and did not melt.
As long as Jiang Guanchao meditated in his room, his body would be covered in little balls.
