Han Yu was originally running on the ground at lightning speed, the surrounding environment constantly sweeping past him, his agile figure already creating the sound of breaking through the air.
Glass was pulling her bun-like face, her entire face scrunched up into a ball.
While hurrying on his way, Han Yu still had to argue with it from time to time.
"I just said you were going to have bad luck, and now cousin is in trouble. Are you really going?"
The bun-like face showed a look of discontent.
Han Yu held the token in his hand, feeling its frequent vibrations, his brow furrowing tightly, he replied, "It's already come to the point where he's using the token to call for help, it seems he's really at the end of his rope."
As he was speaking, the token in his hand vibrated even more violently, almost shaking itself out of his hand.
The sensation was so clear, the person must be very close.
