Seeing Self On The Death Bed Chapter 147

It was late at night and the light was bad. Chen was a person with poor direction. He became a dead bird, still a person with poor direction. He did not have the following skill like in the game. He lost his way while flying and did not know where he was flying.

Chen randomly found a place to stop, scratching the right side with his left bird claws. He rarely became serious, and looked around with his little bird eyes.

This is a night market, very noisy. Everywhere you look you see street vendors, mostly selling leaflets and small accessories. It is a paradise for girls who would be dumped or held the wrong hand by their boyfriends if they come here.

Chen was walking around in a panic again and accidentally stepped on a stall. A young girl was enthusiastically selling pillows to a couple. No one here could see the black bird.

so good.