Telling a Story

Snowflakes slowly fell.

Luo Qingzhou eavesdropped outside for a while. Feeling a little bored, he continued to float up and landed on the eaves on the top floor of the restaurant.

Just as he was about to look at the scenery outside Mo City, he suddenly felt that something was wrong and turned around.

On the other cornice, which was carved in the shape of a mandarin duck, a figure stood silently!

Its entire body was wrapped in a moon-white light.

The night wind blew, and a few strands of black hair flew out of the halo.

Its figure was hazy, like a dream.

It was the soul he had encountered last night!

Luo Qingzhou was shocked and did not dare to stay any longer. He hurriedly floated up and prepared to leave.

Right at this moment, something unexpected happened!

A red light suddenly shot out from a round bead at the top of the pavilion behind him!

The red light instantly enveloped his entire soul!