C53 I Want to Go Home

His head gradually cleared and his back felt cold. Am I going back? Am I modern? Lifting his eyes, he saw a pink pillow, and looked outside. Everything was familiar, a familiar decoration.

But, not modern, paper window, sandalwood table, this is ancient, or ancient, Ling Xueshi was sad, the dream was broken.

However, thinking about how he seemed to be in the dungeon