The Mummy

"My dear Zheng!"

Christian's hearty laughter and cordial greetings came from the other side of the phone.

Zheng Ren furrowed his brows. If there was nothing important, he did not want to deal with the bruches in the Alps.

Even now, he was still unwilling to recall his previous experience. The invisible curtain of light and the bats that fell like rain.

That was the closest Zheng Ren had ever been to death, and it was not an exaggeration to say that he had brushed past it. Often recalling the bloody rain, one would have nightmares.

"Hello, Chris." Zheng Ren replied indifferently as he turned to look at Yiren.

At this time, the imperial capital was gradually getting hotter. Standing on the terrace was said to be cool, but it was still not as cool as standing in the house. Little Yiren's nose was covered in sweat. She tilted her head and looked at Zheng Ren, her eyes twinkling.

Zheng Ren reached out and touched her nose, taking away the fragrant sweat.