After Yu Jiadong jumped out of the car, he felt like he was floating in the air. He seemed to remember that his father took him to bungee jumping in a big city when he was a child, and he fell freely towards the bottom of the valley. But there was no safety rope on him, and then he felt a chill, and endless fear arose in his heart.
I don't know how long it took, but Jiadong felt thirsty and unbearable. I felt like I was floating in the air, drifting in one direction. Floating across the city, across the mountains, across the river.
Jiadong shouted with all his strength: "God, where am I going to float to?" As soon as he finished speaking, an old man stood in front of him. He had silver hair and a silver beard, and his long eyebrows were as white as snow. He was dressed in white and held a dragon-headed cane in his hand. A solemn and loving expression smiled at him.
"God?" Jiadong wanted to ask, but then he felt a splitting headache and couldn't breathe. Eyes full of blood hung on the fairy's dragon-headed crutch and flowed into his body. He was no longer thirsty. The pain made Jiadong...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
