The first snow was in the midst of heavy fog.
He looked at Amelia like that, with dark pupils that brought out a few cold stars.
Snow fell on his shoulders, his back hunched but carrying an unyielding pride. The surroundings had no effect on his innate nobility, instead, countless malicious spirits were entangled behind him.
The entire formation was on the verge of collapsing.
The Wraith Infant sensed his intention and was about to speak.
Just then, there was a roar, and Amelia hunched over, riding the Dodge Tomahawk motorcycle, lifting the body upwards, cutting through the night sky between the two buildings!
Just like when she came, she was beautiful and cool, as if a legend.
The Wraith Infant, afraid of being left behind, quickly squeezed into the copper coin, took a deep breath,
