Watching the terrible dragon disappear, Xu Jing, whose face is as white as paper and a trace of blood hanging from the corners of her mouth, hasn't returned to her mind for a long time.
Even if she had her mind, she still felt cold at the moment.
At that moment, she experienced the feeling of death.
Now she is still shrouded in that terror.
Those who have not experienced death will never understand what she has just experienced.
That despair, that powerlessness, that terror, is hard to express in words.
"You lost." Ji Yun came over and said again.
Hearing Ji Yun's voice, Xu Jing was stunned and was finally distracted.
After taking a deep look at Ji Yun, Xu Jing took a hard breath.
After all, she is Xu Jing. The author of Kyoto fairy garden will brew it and pay it back as soon as possible