Leon Luo was completely unaware of the urgency of the situation. At the moment, he was being carried by the divine heron, flying straight towards Yaofeng Peak, whose top was visible through the clouds in the distance.
This white bird has a copper skin and iron bones, and is invulnerable to swords and guns, but its feathers are not hard and prickly, but smooth and neat. Leon Luo is now half-kneeling on its broad back, pressing its warm pillow with one hand, his fingers slightly sinking into its neck, and he can even touch the soft down under its snow-white feathers.
Looking down from the sky, Leon Luo felt that the roads were like weaving shuttles, the pedestrians were like sesame, and even the scattered blue tiles and white walls were exquisite and lovely. The world was vast, and from this perspective, the huge academy seemed to be in Leon Luo's palm.
Leon Luo looked slightly confused for a moment.
Just when he was about to touch some invisible edge, he suddenly felt empty under his body, and his whole body was enveloped by a sudden feeling of weightlessness.
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