The imagined pain did not come. In front of Tristan Shen's eyes, countless silver lights were dancing like flowing snow. The endless snow seemed to bury the boundless darkness like burying the evidence of a crime.
Tristan Shen subconsciously stretched out his hand, and the silver light turned into a vortex that enveloped Xiao Mingxuan and the black shadow, shining brightly.
[Ding! The props have been used, please give a five-star rating. ]
The automatic reply sound suddenly sounded, and Tristan Shen's emerald green eyes were full of confusion and puzzlement.
What props?
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