C624 Red Snow

Hearing Jing Hai's words, my heart skipped a beat.

When the old monk said this, he clearly felt something, but he did not know what to make of it.

Subconsciously, I looked at him through the rearview mirror and saw the old monk with his head lowered and a bitter expression on his face.

'You don't play mystery anymore? ' Just as I was about to look away