C647 The Land of the Aristocratic Inner-clan

At night, the temperature was getting lower and lower.

It was only when a gust of cold wind blew that Zhao Jinbao, who was in a daze, woke up from his stupor. He looked at the surrounding sky, which had already completely darkened, and other than the light of the lamp, he couldn't see anything else.

It was unknown when Zhang Lang was standing behind him, but when he regained his senses