"Shen Jingchuan."

Mu Chudi exclaimed.

Heavy fog surrounded, boulders falling, crashing on the ground, the sound of muchu flute knocking down on the ground, those who were smashed by falling stones, the brain was blown open, brains splashed, muscles were blurred.

Originally light bloody smell, at this time incomparably strong, like in a slaughterhouse, the taste is pungent to make people want to vomit.

Mu Chudi couldn't bear to look straight at the scene.

Fortunately, it's dark now, and only she can see it clearly.

Mu Chudi covered his teeth'eyes and looked anxiously at Shen Jingchuan.

It was Shen Jingchuan who blocked them when the stone fell.

"Let's go."

Shen...