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Flying Luan Liu Xian Jing (4)
The people on the slope smiled proudly. When he smiles, his body seems to emit many double images, flashing and even more unreal. It's as if he doesn't really exist, but just an illusion, a phantom.
At the moment when the whole city was about to collapse, the man suddenly disappeared and the empty slope sank in an instant. Then, Bai Xuan's clothes fell into an abyss-like crack.
"I don't want to die ..." Bai Xuan shouted, dressed and waving his hands. Eyes tightly closed, want to open but can't open. She felt that she was still sinking, falling and weightless, just like being haunted by ghosts. Suddenly, a white light appeared in front of her.
Her eyes opened, and she was still in the Jimyoji. There are no strange cities where the whole world will fall, no desolate people crying for land, and no strangers as indifferent as statues.
Everything is an illusion.
It's an illusion that the flying fairy mirror dresses Bai Xuan.
Bai Xuan's clothes have been soaked with cold sweat. Tears in the corner of my eyes, lingering fear-have I just seen my future and will encounter such a disaster?
Is the world going to be destroyed?
This sentence has been hovering in my mind, lingering. Bai Xuanyi began to regret, regretting why he wanted to find out. ...