"be careful."

the terrible current rushed to his eyes, and Lu Chen gave a low voice. A muddy yellow gray cloud in his mouth spat out. He pulled Cheng Pu's arm with his right hand and withdrew hundreds of feet away.

Cheng Pu looks at the frightening current with his hair on his back. The rapid rise of the frightening current is comparable to that of the tide. He has closed his eyes and died.

in desperation, a big hand reached out and pulled him back to the edge of death. Cheng Pu's eyes were full of puzzled expressions: "younger martial brother, you..."

in Cheng Pu's memory, his younger martial...