"Daxian, rest for a while, I can't climb."

Murong Lie lay on an ink-colored stone the size of two people, gasping for breath.

Beads of inky sweat dripped down his cheeks, one after another, and evaporated in an instant.

It was an inexplicably interesting scene, but he didn't have the strength to explore it.

It was the first time he had rolled down the hill that he had counted.

The clothes are like iron, no matter how they roll, they can't be broken, even if they are scratched by stones, they are still intact, and there are no scars.

But the physical pain is real.

Every time it collides with the rocks, every time it rolls off, the skin and bones bear a double blow......

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