"Dead... dead?"


    Wu Qiong was so scared that her face was pale, her voice trembled, and she said repeatedly.


    "Senior, hurry up and leave, I, I, I... also pack up."


    My father used to be a person who cultivated immortals. Even if he had no spiritual roots, he was very familiar with the methods of monks. It was difficult to provoke Qi Wushan even if he wanted to die.


    Zhou Yi asked, "Where are you going to escape?"


    "Go to sea."


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