Affected by the battle, the entire Black Sea was enveloped by demonic mist.
The world was pitch-black, and one couldn't even see the fingers in front of them.
Above the pitch-black Black Sea, a small yacht floated over from somewhere.
A tall and sturdy man was fishing with a fishing rod in his hand. The sky above the inner city had clearly been turned upside down, and the waves on the Black Sea were as high as the sky, but this man, boat, and fishing rod didn't move at all. Suddenly, a little kid emerged from the cockpit. He looked at the majestic figure in the darkness as he said, "Daddy, they're fighting."
Lin Jiansheng smiled and suddenly said, "Move your mother in. Don't let her get hurt."
The 'mother' he was talking about was a pine wooden puppet made of anthropomorphic pine. Thanks to Lin Jiansheng's dexterous hands, the wooden puppet had been carved into an exquisite wooden face. Its facial features were quite similar to Su Tingxue's true appearance.
