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.,Looking at the strange female corpse in the white coffin, Zhuanzi's face changed slightly, but he forced himself to calm down and spat: "What are you panicking about It's just a dead person.",This beast stood right on the corpse's chest, completely still, staring straight at the two living people beside the coffin.。