Shen Lian's words were like the evening drum and the morning bell. Every time, Fairy Taisu felt like she caught a glimpse of the meaning, it never felt too realistic, just like she was looking at flowers in the fog.
All of a sudden, she felt a wind blew. Shen Ruoxi was no longer with her.
Shen Ruoxi was still rather confused at that particular moment but it soon became clear to her as she said joyfully, "Uncle."
Shen Lian patted her head and smiled.
Fairy Taisu's gaze became sharper, "Whoever you're, you will have to die today."
Shen Lian sighed, "I've woke up but you're still in a dream. The battles you've gone through with Ruoxi have exhausted you. You don't stand a chance."
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