C80 Citrine

"What happened?" Mohvik. She tightly held onto Xuanyuan Wentian's hand and then hid herself behind his sleeve. Actually, this couldn't be blamed on her. After all, she was just a girl, so how could she not be afraid and flustered when she encountered these things? The Purple Gold Qilin and the Silver Wolf of the Polar Region were standing right in front, surrounding Xuanyuan Wentian and Mohric