His eyes were wide open, and it seemed that if he squinted just a little, a layer of mist covering his dark eyes would flow down the corners of his eyes.
There was a strong smell of blood in his nose. It flowed along the riverside wind around Mason Xuan's hand and lingered in Xavier Xue's nose. It couldn't be dissipated no matter what. Those roaring river waves and the constantly shaking mountains were reflected in Xavier Xue's eyes, but his mind went blank.
It was clear that his five senses had begun to slowly recover, but he felt that he still couldn't see or hear.
Otherwise, how could Mason Xuan, who had always been so cold and cold, lower his head so low that he would never raise it again? Otherwise, the two of them were kneeling on the ground opposite each other, covered in blood, and Mason Xuan's hand Still covering his face, why didn't he say a word...
The effectiveness of the Buddha's bones finally spread, the surging rivers slowly subsided, and the trembling mountains gradually stabilized.
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