The Weaver family, father and son, were dreaming of turning over. Suddenly, a violent cold wind came from the bottom of Golim Mountain, making them tremble.
Jordan sighed: “Damn, the wind in this ghost place is so fierce. A gust of wind made my whole body cold. Let’s go quickly.”
“Okay!” Jeffrey Weaver also felt cold and bitter, and quickly shrank his neck, got up and patted the snow on his butt, and stretched out his hand to his father.
It has to be said that the relationship between the father and son during the period when they were dependent on each other in Golim Mountain has improved a lot than before.
In the past, although Jordan preferred this eldest son, in fact, for a selfish person like him, it was difficult to really treat him well.
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