Chen Tianming didn't look at Yin Lei who fell behind. For him, life and death can't cause his emotional fluctuation. Maybe my heart has hardened now.

Chen Tianming laughs at himself.

the figure flow is like a ghost living in the sun. It's shadowy. Even if someone notices it, they will only think it's their eyesight.

with the momentum of thunder, Chen Tianming's stride is like flying, his tiptoe is light on the ground, and people have drifted a hundred meters away. He can catch up with a team of Tang ethnic group that is galloping.

the leader was also experienced. It seemed that the strength was very good, but...