Silent night, occasionally a cold wind blowing, cold bone marrow.

But in such a dark night, there are two shadows, one after the other, running at a very fast speed, like a ghost, not like ordinary people at all.

"Damn it, it's tough."

The Genie whispered a curse, but he dared not delay. He dared not even look back.

The summer day after him is catching up very fast, and the cold wind blows on him, but he has no cold feeling. His flawless body bursts out with all its strength, which is almost infinite. Even if he runs for three days and three nights, he will not be tired....