Bai Jian's words hit her heart, and even though Qiaozhi had gone far away, she was still shocked by that sentence.

Somehow, maybe it's because Bai Jian named this absurd dream a 'prophetic dream', and pretty branches would think that the realization of this dream is not far away... But no matter what, Bai Jian's last sentence was indeed very shocking, and even breathing was a lot easier, and he faintly felt that a great future was waiting ahead.

Ruoxi and Qiaozhi held a candle and lit up the originally dim dungeon a lot. Seeing that the door of the dungeon is in front of me, Ruoxi Ruo ......

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