The wind blew, bent the treetops, and disturbed Mulian's short hair. Even with an umbrella, his shoulders were wet by the rain.

A pair of bright eyes along the road that Su Shallow just walked, looking for it carefully, but because it was night, not really, coupled with the heavy rain, Mulian City had to bend down, almost squatting inch by inch of fine groping.

Rain is getting heavier and heavier, like a pounding rain, the wind mixed with rain, almost all the back of Mulian City wet, rain down the hair of Mulian City, that umbrella, in the storm, like a fiction.

Shrinking his eyebrows, Mulian continued to grope...