"Hello, I said uncle Tian Wu, would you mind not joking? Are you Fengbo? In the ancient times, even the spirit wind of the sky gang in the thirty-three days was played by you. Now you can't control the ordinary storm here. This joke is not funny at all! "

the charming voice of Dryad has sounded. Joking, she managed to gather her true body, and her memory has also recovered little by little. If she really died like this, what are the grievances?

"you said that just now, lady Dryad, it was in the Archaic period, when my noumenon was all there, but now I don't have the body...