C1135 Eight Hundred and Forty-eight

Duan Xiaoyao pointed behind Xin Yiyi and said, "Look!"

When Xin Yi looked back, it was the fog. The fog had never dissipated. "How could this be?!" The twisting of Xin's body had actually affected the wound. "Why? Since everything that just happened was fake, how could the wound be real!"

Although the fog here is not poisonous