The Miserable Masked Man

"Pitter-patter..."

Darkness disappeared before his eyes, and crimson returned to his eyes.

"Whoosh!"

A bent-over elder jumped out from a tiny spatial crack.

As soon as he landed, he immediately placed the figure on his back on the ground and slapped this person several times.

"Wake up, wake up!"

"Oh my God, I already told you not to try, yet you insist on trying. Do you still think that the current you is the old you?"

"You're only at the Acquired Realm now, why are you still rushing at the spatial fragment?"

"I'm so angry!"

Cen Qiaofu even wished that he could give the person on the ground a few more slaps.

But he also realized something.

This kind of slapping was unable to wake up the unconscious person on the ground.

"Damn it."

Gritting his teeth, Cen Qiaofu pulled out the small axe on his waist. With a fierce expression, he raised it high.

"Cough cough..."