In November, even in broad daylight, temperatures in the mountain forests drop below freezing. Looking out, everything is a vast expanse of white, and even the lakes are frozen solid—not even Desolate Beasts care to wander about.
Yet in such a desolate place, two figures—one blue, one red—are strolling across the thick layer of ice.
The figure in the red down jacket is none other than Fang Qingze. Ye Chuqing had tossed him high into the air, only for Xiaoliu to catch him safely with its tail at the predetermined landing spot.
Chapter 325