Yi Zichen reached out and took it, not wanting to do so, but looking at the raging snow and wind outside, he finally didn't say a word of rejection. He put it on casually and rushed out of the door. Bai Zimo looked at the jacket that was shivering with cold.
Five or six maids sighed softly, took out a pot of wine from their arms, poured five or six glasses, and said: "You have suffered a lot. Come on, have a glass of water and wine to ward off the cold." The master poured it himself.
How dare these maids refuse wine? What's more, their sixth prince is extremely handsome and elegant, and he always treats them better. He is almost the object of their secret love. Everyone's face showed gratitude, and they were happy.
After a while, they each picked up their wine glasses and drank. A trace of unbearability seemed to flash in Bai Zimo's eyes, and he sighed softly: "I have no choice..." The maids all seemed to have swallowed a glass of wine.
Under the intense fire, my whole body felt an indescribable warmth. When I heard Bai Zimo's murmur, I was slightly startled: "Master, what did you say?" Bai Zimo said calmly: "The city will be destroyed in an instant, rather than let you fall into those places.
Suffering at the hands of demons is worse than... worse than..." As if they noticed something, the faces of the maids changed slightly, and they said in a trembling voice: "Worth not..." Before they could finish the sentence, their bright eyes
They all changed colors. It used to be clear black and white, but now it is a complete gray. They wanted to scream, but they could no longer scream. They wanted to run away, but their bodies fell down like a puddle of mud. Bai Zimo looked at them and murmured.
: "Don't blame me, I have no choice." He walked in a few weird circles around the maids, with a faint green light flashing in his hands, and lightly touched the faces of the girls, who were already dead.
, the silent woman suddenly opened her eyes and jumped up! But her expression was extremely dull, and they all bowed: "Master!" The voice was extremely hoarse and unpleasant. Bai Zimo waved his hand and drew a strange spell with his fingers,
Then she turned around and went out. The maids walked out one after another as if they were being held by an invisible rope. Outside, the wind and snow were even worse, but they no longer felt the cold.