On one side is the black dragon who is trying his best to stay motionless on the mountain path, on the other side is the scarred man who is petrified in place, feeling as if he is sleepwalking, and on the other side is the young monk who is holding the tip of someone's tail and staring down the mountain. . These happen to form three delicately balanced points, like a frozen and still painting.
For a moment, no one moved.
The time it takes to snap your fingers is infinitely lengthened. After about a hundred years, the scar-faced man began to take action------
He rolled his dull eyes, raised his head in a daze, and stared at the rugged mountain wall for a long time. There was no living thing above his head except the vast expanse of fine snow and the gloomy sky. He thought of the things he had just seen, ranging from thick to thin, with scales, and there seemed to be something else...
I can’t remember clearly, but in short, the unknown thing swung back and forth in front of his nose a few times, and even almost hit him in the face.
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