บท 1235: Feng Ruqing, The Holy Warrior VI

Some people wanted to follow them, but the crack had completely closed before they could leap into the sky.

They had been isolated from the other part of the world...

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The sky was blue.

The spiritual qi was so thick that it could turn into a heavy mist.

This mainland was as beautiful as a fairyland.

Jia Xin fell from the sky and landed on the street in a small town.

He stared dumbly at the familiar place in front of him and cried loudly.

"Why? Why am I back again, why?!"

Back then, he had risked losing more than half of his strength to leave this place. It was not easy for him to recover his strength, but now...

Why...?

Why did he return to this nightmare world?

"Found it!"

A pair of shoes suddenly came into his sight.

Jia Xin dumbfoundedly looked up, and for a moment, a young face appeared before his eyes.