Death of Three Emperors (1)
編集者: Henyee Translations
On the seventh day Zhang Wei and the others set up an ambush.
"Xue Fei" felt that his Great Dao had been touched. It was not that he had been discovered, but that someone had walked into the dreams he set.
At that moment, Han Fei's heart trembled. "Coincidentally, there are seven of them."
Yes, seven people broke into the dreams he weaved in a row. And the first dream he weaved was exactly the same as the surrounding environment.
This was the simplest and least easily discovered dream weaving method. The seven of them didn't find anything wrong the moment they entered.
These people were five men and two women, all very good-looking.
They were very cautious and would stop every few thousand kilometers.
Suddenly, one of the men had a pair of wings on his back. Han Fei would never forget this colorful, shining kind of wings that was as thin as a cicada's wings.
"Heavenly Cicada Wings?"