The feeling on his hands were incredible. It seemed that it was much bigger than apples… Yeah, the only thing that he could be sure of was that this wasn’t Yi Nan’s. Yue Yang was still imagining things when that figure who had summoned her grimoire and saved his life turned around, her beautiful eyes glaring at Yue Yang icy cold. It was so cold, as if she wanted to freeze Yue Yang into an ice sculpture alive.