My wife wants to be a widow every day (55)

A layer of black clouds gathered in the sky, and there was a feeling of fish scales. The weather turned cold, and it suddenly began to rain.

"Crack!"

The lightning flashed with white light, as if they were waving sharp swords, almost cutting the dark night sky, and the Thunder rumbled.

Immediately after, raindrops the size of beans began to fall. "Di da, di da ..." The sound grew louder and louder, and gradually turned into a heavy rain. The rain was so fierce that in an instant, it was as if the gods and demons were throwing things randomly in the sky. Thousands of threads spread out from the gray clouds, gradually sewing the sky and the earth together. The rain was still falling, and the raindrops were like rows of sharp arrows, slanted and shooting toward the ground.

Yan Xun had been kneeling for a long time.

It was raining so heavily, yet he had no intention of compromising.