The ice shrunk and the cold current, the river condensed and frozen. The Frost Holy Land was full of crystal clear icicles, either low or high, small and large. Ling Wei Yang and He Lian Cheng walked side by side among the jagged icicles, like immortals in a fairyland.
"Senior brother, you haven't answered my question just now." He Lian Cheng turned to look at Ling Wei Yang and said.
Ling Wei Yang patted He Lian Cheng on the shoulder, "If we don't wake you up, and you are allowed to sleep for five years, maybe you will resent your master and senior brother for the rest of your life. Little Eleven, the girl who sent you to Tianshan three years ago..."
Hearing this, He Lian Cheng's face changed, interrupting Ling Wei Yang's words, and asked anxiously. "What happened to her?"
Ling Wei Yang raised an eyebrow. It turned out that you kid has long been interested in other girls, but he always thought it was the wishful thinking of that girl Ye.
