In the Western Universe, a quiet starry sky suddenly rippled.
A small wormhole suddenly opened, and a battered figure jumped out of it.
"Damn it, I almost died! Who exactly is he?"
Yu Cheng, who still had a lingering fear, was both afraid and resentful.
"Qian Jue?"
Yu Cheng habitually looked behind him, but he did not see that familiar figure. But why was he still holding her hand?
He looked down and saw that the woman who loved to act coquettishly in front of him only had one arm left.
Yu Cheng gritted his teeth and said, "No matter who you are, I'll definitely tear you into pieces!"
Just as he took out his computer and was about to contact his family, another wormhole opened beside him. A woman in a cloak walked out of it.
"Who is it?"
He felt the spatial fluctuation beside him and turned his head, staring at the woman who had appeared out of nowhere with vigilance.
