Life and death, the heaviest rules of this world.
Even in the Magical World, the distance between the two seems particularly vast. So vast that it took a great sorcerer and a top registered wizard straining every nerve just to barely save their beloved.
For some reason.
When seeing the slightly lonely but relaxed rat skeleton outside the gray barrier, Zheng Qing couldn't help but think of that little red clay teapot that once brewed him.
This made him sincerely murmur once again in his heart:
——Bless Mr.
Answering him was the familiar sound of clock hands ticking.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
An ominous ticking sound echoed in the air.
The young scholarship student suddenly opened his eyes, shouting in his heart, "Oh no!"
