Weird Pattern

The cold air, like countless tiny ants, tried to penetrate into every pore of the body. Fang Yu's body was naturally not afraid of this aura, but Qin Yimo next to him was just an ordinary person. Almost in an instant, Qin Yimo was penetrated by the breath and fell into coma. In the darkness, Fang Yu reached out his hand based on his feeling and held Qin Yimo in his arms. The true energy in his body was released, covering Qin Yimo as well. "bass!" A golden light shone...