"Crash" a sound, a basin of cold water from the beginning of the coma gentle water.

The pain was so intense that she couldn't help crying out.

Gently felt that her legs were hardly herself, and her heart trembled with the blurred look of flesh and blood.

"Does it hurt?"

Night ice sat opposite her like a devil, lifting her gentle chin with an iron bar, forcing her to look up and stare at her.

"What on earth do you want to do?"

The tender pain is going to cramp.

She looked at it as if it was a basement, with cold air coming from the cold ground and constantly...