In the void, many golden " balls " floated up.
Under the cold candlelight, she looked like a firefly.
Xia Xiaosu's eyes suddenly turned red, but it was only red, not wet.
She looked at the circular path in the air. It was like a snake with a tail biting its mouth, circling in a circle.
She was pushed by a force that seemed to be fate and took a step to the right.
Turn left, it is Shun.
Turn right, it is reverse.
If you obey, you die. If you don't obey, you live.
The so-called rebels had always been defeated kings and generals. They were recorded in the history books as fatuous and incompetent, but at that time, they were all heroes and heroes.
She took another step forward. Her soft, yellow hair fluttered without the wind. Her dragon robe was shaken by the invisible force in the void, fluttering loudly. It was as if she was the Lord of Mountains and Rivers who had ascended to worship the heavens.
