The black-robed man didn't seem to feel the discomfort of others, so he spoke slowly, "Is there any Tianshan snow lotus?"
His voice was like frozen mountains and rivers, as cold as a chill, respecting the old man for a moment, shaking his head, "No."
The iceberg man frowned, "Where's the century-old ginseng?"
Jing Lao still shook his head, "No."
The iceberg man's voice became colder, "Why is there nothing?"
Jing Lao said apologetically: "The small land is poor, and there is no noble thing." He glanced into Bingshan man's arms, and found that the two cubs were just born, and their bodies were still glued together, a rare conjoined body. At this time, the cubs were already very weak, and their lives were dying, so he couldn't help but say something more.
"You can give them some warm water and milk first."
The iceberg man hesitated, "Water, a lioness has no milk."
"Wait." Jing Lao turned around and went to fetch water.
Ming Wuyan pursed her lips, leaned out from the counter, and looked at the beautiful man in front of her who looked like a moving iceberg. It was the first time she saw such a beautiful man. He was tall and tall, in black clothes and black mask, with perfect proportions, and his cool appearance was very attractive.