"Master, it doesn't hurt. Ziluo doesn't." Purple Luo's fire red clothes are hunting in the wind, like her fire red life, fire red soul, only for a person's heartbeat.

Ye Tian's feeling is that he is a burnt fish, but it's not the burning pain of his body that makes him feel worse. He wants to burn his nerves, but a strange cold, which makes his mouth twitch.

"ziluo, I'm cold." Ye Tian is like a frozen child muttering to himself.

"master, ziluo will give you a cape." Ziluo put her clothes on Ye Tian's back.

Ye Tian seems to feel warmer. His voice is feeble: "many osmanthus trees."

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