"How magical ..."
Just as everyone in the world could feel the invisible mental energy fluctuations, Lu Xin suddenly opened his eyes.
It was as if he had suddenly woken up from a suppressed and chaotic dream and saw the real world.
His breathing suddenly became smooth, and the huge weight that had been suppressed in his heart disappeared in an instant.
The twisted black meat tendrils around him and the singing that drilled into his eardrums like steel needles were like thick oil paint and tides. They were gradually thinning and then losing all traces. There was only a calm wilderness around him, a Crimson Moon that seemed to be getting redder and redder in the sky, and the doll who was standing in a daze waiting for him not far away.
"Is this the feeling?"
Lu Xin panted for a moment before he slowly calmed down. He began to recall the feeling he had just experienced.
