C1386 Third Generation 10

Ji Rao covered his mouth and yawned. Shen Yi Cheng looked at his lazy and drooping eyes and if he looked carefully, he could see that his eyes were a little red.

In the blink of an eye, it seemed to have become an illusion.

The person in front of him was still translucent and looked like a faded oil painting. Other than a grayish white, there was no other color