The orange fire light dispels the darkness and brings a little warmth.

Tian He suddenly felt his mood rising and falling, and his belly felt less cold.

Zhao Sheng looked as usual and thought in his mind.

"Eight innates can make a small fuss even in Yanjing."

"He is with us, right?"

Zhao Sheng is not afraid of the cold, but he doesn’t like the lack of light.

"No place yet?"

There are no statues of Buddha or Arhat Bodhisattva in the temple. There is only one statue, but half of it has collapsed.

Zhao Sheng smiled and said: "We are all passers-by. If the younger generation dislikes them, they can retreat and hide from the wind and snow."

"What are you afraid of? Is that person less polite than you guys?"

Zhao Sheng randomly collected some dry branches on the ground, waved his palm, and sparks lit up.

"Thank you, Miss Hao."

Zhao Sheng said with a smile.

Of course I am happy to watch the show.
Chapter completed!