"Where's Sun Mo? Why did he vanish?"
The general with the '八' shaped mustache was shocked. They were all tracking experts but had actually lost their target? Wasn't this a little too ridiculous?
"I think I saw them flying away while riding a cloud," said a young man, but he didn't dare to be sure
His vision was great, but dark clouds were covering the sky tonight. It was extremely dark. The distance he could see was truly too short, and they had been following Sun Mo based on the horse tracks on the road.
"Do you have a hole in your brain? If you say they rode a bird and flew away, I can still believe that. But riding a cloud? Clouds are floaty ethereal substances. Even a cat would fall when standing on them."
The general with the '八' shaped mustache impatiently urged, "Enough. Stop talking nonsense and quickly find him!"
They dispersed. Even if they had to dig three feet into the ground, they had to find An Xinhui and Sun Mo.
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