"Xu Shi, Xu Shi, can you hear me?"
Gu Yi's voice rang out in Xu Shi's mind from a thousand miles away.
"How are things?"
Without wasting time, Xu Shi immediately entered the spiritual world and met with her.
This was their unique way of communicating.
"...Not good."
Little Black Rabbit had no time to act cute with him. She merely waved her hand to disperse the fog behind her. "And it's strange."
Xu Shi focused his gaze.
Tanjuro's eyes slowly shifted, settling on Ichiro and Muiro, as well as Yuiro, who stood not far away using a wooden stick to knock chestnuts from a burr.
Qi Yun narrowed her eyes slightly. A deep darkness flickered in their depths as she coldly watched An Ran talking on the phone nearby.
Xu Zhixiu did not even know why she had asked Li You for help. Seeing his reaction now, she knew it was futile. The man before her could not help her.
I wanted to roll my eyes and tell him that he would not suffer from insomnia when he got home. He was losing sleep because he had only told me the result and completely skipped the process.
But it was already too late for Pei Lang to say anything more. The scorch marks had spread to the tip of his nose.
The bladesmiths cried out in shock. When they came to their senses, they exchanged glances, cold sweat streaming down their foreheads.
"Fellow Daoist, are you from another world? Other worlds really exist?" The middle-aged man looked at Fang Xuan excitedly, as though he were an unparalleled treasure.
Paris was a magical place. It could make people better, or it could make them worse.
At last, Su Xia stopped retreating. She tilted her head up slightly to look at