In the lake...
Hua Rongrong had choked on her water several times, and her heart was beating slower and slower.
Uncomfortable! Am I dying? !
A voice chirped in my mind:
God's blessings, everything goes smoothly, there are no taboos, wisdom and wisdom...
Hua Rongrong took another sip of cold lake water and was about to roll her eyes.
The voice in my mind continued to say intermittently: Heshun Yimen, Fu Xinggao, Zhao Zhaozhao... Uh... Novice big... Uh... Yes, no, qi... Uh... The system... Is infected by... A virus, babble babble...
