Mistress, I Was Wrong

The louder it is, the magic sound is harsh, the chain is moving, as if it is accompanied by singing, with a trace of desolateness.

There is a wall in the chamber, and the song is coming from behind the wall.

Qian Yuyu let her go back a few steps and retreat to a safe position before she pulled out the water whip. She sacrificed a thunder, and after the mine whip was pulled out, the thunderbolt blasted the stone door with destructive power. A hole.

The song stopped and everything seemed to be still.

Oriental Minghui squatted down, she was short in height, and she could see the scene inside the cave. She stretched her neck and raised her head slightly. She looked up and had a pair of white eyes. " ——”