For some unknown reason, Mo Lin shivered all over when he heard the sound of thunder.
Zhu Ci, standing nearby, watched as his pupils gradually dilated and looked at his trembling arms in confusion.
"Afraid?"
Zhu Ci murmured to himself.
A single clap of thunder actually made his body tremble involuntarily. This was ridiculous.
Mo Lin had a dream, and he didn't sleep well, feeling a bit groggy.
He heard Dao Wuxuan shouting loudly from afar, "Run with me!"
Mo Lin's mind was a muddled mess, completely clueless about what was happening.
Mo Lin instinctively took a glance outside, but there wasn't any dangerous enemy.
Nor any Evil Spirit.
"Rumble..."
A torrential downpour suddenly fell from the sky.
Without any warning.
The sound of raindrops splashing onto the ground echoed around.
Dao Wuxuan rushed in front of Mo Lin, not bothering to explain, and dragged Mo Lin's hand to leave the house, "Run with me."
