Good! Good! Good! (1)

Chaos.

I can't distinguish the turbid from the clear.

There were no yin and yang, four seasons, and no rules and order.

This was a special and mystical space. It was as if one was in the midst of a flow of thick sludge. It was difficult to control, and even one's thoughts would stagnate.

Xu Xiaoshou's chest constricted and he felt breathless.

This feeling was countless times more uncomfortable than when he used his passive skill to enter a special world.

No!

The latter did not feel uncomfortable at all. On the contrary, he enjoyed it very much.

Xu Xiaoshou subconsciously took a deep breath, but he felt that his soul had swallowed a mouthful of filth, and he almost vomited.

He felt as if he was about to drown, so he reached out and grabbed hold of something!

When he had something in his hands, he felt as if he had a support point on the ground. This made him feel a little better.

But it was only slightly better!