The light beam changed when the door was closed.

It is gathering, gathering, and projected on a huge lens at a precise scale.

Xuanyuanyao really saw a sharp arrow appear in the air, and a bow composed of light and shadow also appeared.

There was a pair of hands, rough, powerful, elegant and noble, and then appeared. Only one pair of hands suddenly held the bow.

Xuanyuan looked at it and felt that his hands seemed very familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere. Soon, he recognized that they belonged to him.

He raised one eyebrow in surprise.

This strange scene that would make countless people scream just aroused his deep curiosity.

He has been with the little fox spirit for several years. His husband and wife love each other and share weal and woe. After being shocked again and again, he has more or less developed some immunity.

Still curious, still shocked, but at least he can forcibly control his facial muscles, or at least squeeze out an indifferent look.

Even if everything is forced out.