Chapter 363: Retreat

The wind in the air became more and more fierce, like a sharp knife slashing across the cheek, and every Rao face cut hurt terribly.

"Sss

Luo Yang snorted lightly and turned his face sideways.

The hairband that bound her hair was cut into two sections, and she was lying pitifully on the ground at this time, being trampled by the people around her.

The long hair is unrestrained, and it becomes a lot more wanton.

There was a clear trail of blood on her cheek, which had just been mountained. At this time, it was oozing blood slightly.

"Am I disfigured?"

Luo Yang pitifully tugged at Zhuohua's sleeve and tiptoed his cheek close to her.

"Take a look, take a look."

Zhuohua was stunned for a second, then stretched out a finger with a look of disgust and gently put it on her forehead and pushed it.

Luo Yang took two steps back from this force, and then looked at Zhuohua with an accusatory face.

"Don't worry, you're beautiful."

Zhuohua's eyes were fixed on the entrance, and he praised it without hesitation.

Luo Yang pursed his lips.

"Shall we go in now?"

She stopped joking, but asked about business.

"Wait."

Zhuohua frowned.

She could feel that the "entrance" was not yet fully formed. ://www.. ://m..

Su Jinxuan and Zhuo Hua reacted the same. www.. m..

Unlike the other people who rushed forward with sharpened heads, the two glanced at each other and pulled Luo Yang back again and again.

But there were too many people, and the flow of people kept pushing them forward. They worked hard but didn't retreat too much, but were squeezed by the crowd.

The strange bird had been standing there all the time, flapping its wings from time to time, or turning its head and pecking at its feathers, lazy. Its eyes never glanced at the group below.

Whether it's quiet or noisy, or it's as chaotic as it is now. It doesn't care. As if everything that had happened was nothing more than a matter to it.

Su Jinxuan grabbed Zhuohua's wrist tightly, for fear that they would be scattered by the crowd.

She spotted a gap in her eyes, and dragged them to slip over.

The three of them found a place where they wouldn't be squeezed.

"Whew, that's scary." Luo Yang gasped for breath and complained.

"Eh, look."

Zhuohua's mouth opened slightly, and he looked at the "entrance" with some dumbfounded.

I saw that the people who were close to the entrance were dragged towards the "entrance" as if they were not sucked in.

Everyone was taken aback by this scene, and people couldn't help but stop, not daring to squeeze any further.

However, although they did not rush forward, many people were still dragged there. The people heard only one scream, and they could not be found.

It wasn't until I don't know how many people were swallowed that the whirlpool turned blood-red, but it didn't drag people anymore.

There were no fluctuations in the air. It was as if everything had finally returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

The bird suddenly chirped again, and then dissipated in a bits of golden light.

Everyone was stunned by this scene, and everyone was watching, waiting for someone to take the lead.

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, no one wants to take the first step.

It's really that everything that just happened is too impactful, so that Ran still feels cold all over his body when he thinks about it now.