This… What the hell is it?!
Qin Feng has doubts and frowns. He knows that he can't sleep, and he can't be comatose. Otherwise, he will dream of something unusual.
This was the case several times ago, and this time it is obviously not an exception.
That is the memory of Sun Wukong.
Blue sky and white clouds.
At this moment, Qin Feng stood on a cliff above the sea, and the wind smashed the broken hair scattered in front of the forehead.
At first glance, this sea cliff was preceded by an endless blue sea, the tides of the sea were repeated, the waves rolled over, and the fresh air rushed in the wind.
This scene in front of him is very familiar, very comfortable, also... He missed it very much!
However, Qin Feng believes that he has never been to this place.
The person who has been here is not him, but... Sun Wukong.
"That is…"
