Just like children who become obsessed with their toys, Qian Jiangyue was also immersed in this sensation.
It was clear that mere human willpower could not resist temptation of such magnitude.
At least, Qian Jiangyue didn't even consider resisting this choice.
He hadn't thought about it.
He also believed that no one would think about it.
The pulling force coming from behind reminded him of some matters.
The identity that belonged to Qian Jiangyue.
An irreparable sense of loss and emptiness filled Qian Jiangyue's brain.
Not only did he not return to his former self, but he was also resisting this identity.
The rope tied around his waist was grasped by Qian Jiangyue's right hand.
He was actually, untying the rope.
"What's the matter?" Hawkeye noticed this with acute awareness.
From their position, it was clear what Qian Jiangyue was doing.
"Don't bother with that, pull him back first," Jiuxiang increased the strength in his hands.
