lt;White Bone Demong

In this chilly spring, the wind on the river is as sharp as a knife. The mountains disappear in ten thousand hues, like withered graves.,Quanzi's eyes were quick and his hands even faster. He grabbed Chenpi's belt just in time, preventing him from bumping into the female corpse and taking a bite out of her face.,Thirdly, cats, foxes, and weasels should not come into contact with corpses.。