Standing quietly at the top of the roof, looking up and around, he still saw the scarlet air light, and the ghost flame that flickered in the distance at that time. The surrounding was still terribly quiet.
With the passage of time, a strange thing happened.
Without any clear reason, Ding Hao had an inexplicable implicit restlessness with strong killing intent.
"What's wrong? This has never happened before."
Ding Hao was only slightly better when he was able to run the ice and snow Qi, concentrating and meditating, and dispelled all distractions.
But after a while, that kind of restlessness haunted Ding Hao's mind again, making him suddenly become extremely bloodthirsty, and could not help but have an urge to draw out a sword and rush down to the inn to have a big killing.
"How
