A cold wind howled, as if it could penetrate to the bone. Even Cang Ziqing couldn't help but shiver, feeling as if facing a formidable enemy!
"Ah—!"
A scream echoed, it was Qiao Yuman's voice, making Cang Ziqing's heart pound: "Yuman!"
With a snap, the room lights came back on again, Qiao Yuman's face was pale and the Flame Stone she was holding was already around her neck, but she was still heavily frightened by the shadow wind just now.
Seeing that Qiao Yuman was safe, Cang Ziqing sighed in relief: "Wear the necklace well, don't take it off again!"
If I hadn't asked in time, something might have already happened today.
Qiao Yuman's little face was as pale as a ghost, feeling as if a gust of shadow wind had slammed into her fiercely. Had she not quickly clutched the Flame Stone necklace in her hand, who knows what would have happened.
