The drifter had disappeared into the air as if he had never appeared before, leaving only a glimmer of gold.

Golden Light moves very slowly, slowly approaching Guanyu, five white bears and Jones. Although it is a short wait, it is a kind of suffering for Xue Jing. Xue Jingxin has already consoled the drifters'ancestors for the eighteenth generation. Can't Jinguang work faster?

Finally, the golden light slowly drifted into Guanyu and Jones'bodies, as well as five white bears. Five white bears moved first. Five white bears are now cute and cute. Seeing Xue Jing is like seeing his mother. They come and roll around at Xue Jing's feet.

But...