A man and a beast stared at each other. The enchantment isolated outsiders from probing inside but it did not change the inside. It was similar to a higher-level ghost-fighting wall.
The night wind blew gently. It kept blowing on his face. Zhou Ze suddenly felt a little regretful. He should have worn a wider set of clothes today.
In this scene, his long sleeves fluttered and his hair flew in the wind as he faced this mythical beast in front of him.
He let Bai Yingying take a photo with her cell phone from behind. Even if it could replace a wedding photo or be hung on the bedside, he would wake up every day and admire it for a while in the future.
Unfortunately, his right arm was now in a cast. The fingers on his left hand were still bandaged. No matter how he looked at it, it was a miserable image of a destitute person who had no way out. It was a little embarrassing.