"I… I'm from the Snow Mountain Race…"
The spirit girl opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but when she spoke, she kept feeling that she could not remember anything.
However, it was enough to say this.
The black-robed mage in front of her was clearly attracted by what the ghost girl said.
"Snow Mountain Race?"
His voice was very hoarse, like a broken gong.
"Are you from the Snow Mountain Race?"
The ghost girl nodded.
However, it was useless for her to nod without revealing her figure.
She also thought of this, so she directly revealed her ghost body.
On the cold "street" of the werewolf tribe, a graceful woman suddenly appeared.
At this moment, other than a few patrolling werewolves, no one noticed a woman with a slightly transparent body suddenly appear here.
As for the werewolves who had already discovered something, after seeing the black-robed man there, they directly chose to ignore her.
