Chu Jiao'er looked at the thick fog in front of her, and she couldn't see anything around her clearly, only endless white fog remained.

She cautiously leaned forward, but she couldn't reach the end, and the fog around her seemed to be getting more and more, and she couldn't even see her five fingers clearly.

I don't know how long she walked, but she seemed to hear the cry of a baby.

Hearing the sound, she quickly followed the sound, but the sound seemed to be boundless, and the source of the sound could not be found at all.

She sat down on the ground in a dreary state, and the fog around her showed no sign of dispersing, but at that moment, a golden light came through in the distance.

The light shone straight down on her, and she didn't get up and chase after her.

end

"The Wife of the Melon Field: The Handsome Dumb Man is a Little Silly" One hundred and twenty-eight It's all his fault It's in the hand, please wait a moment,

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