"who is it?"

Lu Chen, who was about to return by the way, was shaking like an electric shock when he heard someone talking behind him. We need to know that there is no wind in this space. How can there be people other than ourselves? If there are, how can we not find them by virtue of our strong accomplishments?

looking back suddenly, the white stone steps in front of us are still shining. The pale light is half dead, and the light arc reflected by the edge halo is like a surface full of sarcasm.

"who is it? Come out and talk. "

Lu Chen is very angry....