The two walked in the thick fog for a while, unable to see anything around, only Charles Qin’s hand was as cold as jade, holding her wrist tightly. Sophia Su didn’t have time to think about anything, she nervously looked at the surrounding fog, and after looking at it for a while, she muttered, “Song Song has brought us to a fantasy world.”
“What do you want?” Charles Qin’s voice was flat, as if he was completely unaware of the dangerous situation. Sophia Su looked around, and in the thick fog, she took out an illuminating talisman from her arms and threw it out without breaking a single point. She frowned: “You try to chop with a sword.”
Charles Qin didn’t say much, the long sword in his hand swung out with a fierce brilliance that shook the earth and the mountains. The illusion trembled, Sophia Su couldn’t help but pouted, sword repair is expensive, there is always the benefit of being expensive. She wants to break the illusion and break the formation, to calculate, to overcome the demons, but Jianxiu is strong enough, and a sword is enough. If you can’t split it, it proves that you are not capable enough.
As the ground moved, the mist gradually thinned out, and there was also a chill in the surroundings. Sophia Su frowned, feeling that the chill was vaguely familiar to each other. After the mist was completely cleared, the two discovered that they had returned to the foot of the Siguo cliff.
The cold wind was biting and the snow was flying. Sophia Su unconsciously hid behind Charles Qin. Charles Qin raised his hand and swiped, and a light circle appeared beside the two of them, forming a barrier to block the cold wind. Sophia Su instantly felt a lot warmer, and said in a low voice, “Thank you.” Charles Qin nodded graciously, as if he was a natural elder, cold and enthusiastic.
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