In the icy water, Lin Yun's delicate face was reflected. On her brow, there was a small purple rhombus mark.,The blade drew out half an inch, a gust of cold wind sweeping out. Su Ziyao swiftly sheathed the sword again, her movements so fast that one only saw a flash of cold light.,Seeing that Lin Yun didn't move, the handsome young man frowned and said coldly.。