lt;White Bone Demong

In this chilly spring, the wind on the river is as sharp as a knife. The mountains disappear in ten thousand hues, like withered graves.,A golden coffin, naturally, is something only noble kings and aristocrats could afford;,"Don't you run for your life right now! Damn it, stop messing with the corpses and coffin boards. Are you really stupid, Chen Pi, or are you deliberately acting crazy to fool me!"。