C967 Another Mouthful of Good Food!

The flying duck reached out a hand toward Xiaoqiao, and just as it was about to make contact, the hand began to freeze, gradually becoming encased in a thin layer of frost.

It seemed that this tiny gap was a boundary; to cross it meant that everything would freeze.

"Why is this happening?"

The flying duck's eyes bulged in disbelief as he watched his hand slowly turn to ice