The colder air got heavier as he walked forward, and a layer of green frost condensed on Li Dao's eyebrows. Fortunately, he could still bear it, and it was as long as the time spent drinking tea. He walked with difficulty to the center of the bridge, and there was turbidity below. The Yellow River, a fishy smell came from below, making him nauseous....
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