“…Then it seems we have to do that.” After Leng Qiuzi and everyone were surprised for a long time, Leng Qiuzi said in a regretful tone.
Although it was frustrating, Leng Qiuzi’s voice was firm.
Yu Lianyun sighed. "Yes, we may need to take some action for Dr. Clark's sake."
Is it 184 years old to make a fortune? safety?
The monster's low growl filled his ears, and the hallway conveyed this strange fear layer by layer. Clark held her breath, focused on each step, and held her head to avoid making a sound.
``Mirail, where are you hiding now?'' Clark thought secretly. By the monster's words, he already knew that the miraculous Miraille was not dead now, and fought the fusion monster just like him. A deadly hideout.
Suddenly, Clark finds himself near a hallway filled with white mist. Looking down the hallway through the fog, I could see just a few dim lights.
When he realized he might be in danger, he turned back, but found it was too late. He was already in a fog, surrounded by the unknown.
Clark could only bite the bullet and keep moving towards the only place of light. All he could do was clench his fists.
His dirty skin and protruding veins were a sign of his weakness.
Gradually, Clark noticed that the hallway had bee so wide that it no longer looked like a hallway. It looked like they were outside, but he clearly remembered that there was a snowstorm outside. If he had been outside, he would have been shivering from the cold. .
However, in this dense fog, the human body cannot sense the smell of moisture. The temperature is still moderate. Only the unknown depth of this scene can give people a thrill of fear.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, Clark noticed that the fog was receding and the light ahead was brightening.
So he ran ahead, not knowing where his courage came from.
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