C1204

After dinner, Zheng Feiyue returned to the Sang Ghost City under the urging of the black gauze.

Along the way, his mind was not at peace.

First of all, he was naturally worried about the state of the black muslin.

Going from the east coast to the West Bank was not as simple as crossing an Extreme Demon Sea.

The changes in the living environment, the differences in the way of life