On the verge of widowhood

As a result, Bai Qing knew what it meant to be extremely cool after three days. Sitting on the grass covered with huge leaves and looking up, he could see the mountains in the distance, and the peaks of the mountains were covered with white snow.

Bai Qing wrapped up her down jacket resentfully and looked at the remaining five monsters who looked like normal people: "It's really cool."

Feng Nu was fiddling with the pile of wooden sticks neatly piled up beside him, and Qiao Que took advantage of the wind and ran wildly on the hillside, pulling the kite line.

"Is Qingqing cold?"

Bai Zi snapped his fingers while holding the chicken wings that were being grilled on the grill in one hand, and a protective wall began to appear around Bai Qing to cover him, and then gradually heated up.

Yun Mu puffed her cheeks and looked at Qi Qi who was grilling opposite Bai Zi: "Why do you want to roast eggplant?"

Qi Qi replied solemnly: "I think it should be delicious?"

Yun Mu expressionless: "Your feeling is wrong."