Zhuoran rushed over, wrapped the little bastard tightly with the cloak, reached out to hold her tightly, tied her with a rope, and looked very serious.
Xiao Ya's lips turned white. "Brother Zhuoran, you..."
He touched his little face with pity. "Don't be afraid. As long as I am here, you will be safe."
The fierce wind attacked, lightning and thunder rumbled, and heavy rain poured down wildly.
The boat swayed to the left and right, and the person was like a lone leaf, helplessly allowing the wind and rain to drive the ruins up and down.
Raindrops as big as beans hit his face and it hurt.
He wiped his face and used Thousand Pounds Falling to firmly lock the boat. The wind was getting stronger and stronger, his face was getting paler and paler, the sweat on his forehead was leaking out
