Hearing Yechen's voice, Yecheng stood still. As the gap became smaller and smaller, he clenched his fists and drank, "Three days! If I can't come out, you are Yecheng!"

bang!

The copper door was closed and the only light disappeared.

Yecheng didn't know whether Yechen had heard him or not. Hope was as black as the lost light. Shooting without turning back the gun, came all the way to the black.

Two fireballs lit up in mid-air, guiding the way ahead, and Ye Chengyi threw himself into the tunnel without hesitation.

The wind whistling around us is not a firm belief, it really makes people think they have come to...