Before seeing a person, you hear a voice first.
This voice is cheerful and flamboyant, the only flaw is probably the tragic cry of Liang Yongjun mixed in, "Ah, ah, my butt is about to be bumped out of shape—"
Everyone looked bewildered; in the distance, amidst the large clouds of dust that had risen from somewhere, a huge dark green tortoise shell suddenly emerged from the dust, like a sled flying off a snowy cliff, and finally landed heavily on the ground.
"Boom—!"
The massive tortoise shell charged through the dense forest, directly smashing through all the trees in its way, and at the forefront, there was surprisingly a little person sprinting forward, a small dark head charging straight toward them.
Who else could it be but Qian Qi?
