Alauddin's heart was pounding wildly.
In such a situation, no one could refuse the invitation of this young man.
Even though he didn't understand his intentions, Alauddin still took a step forward and unhesitatingly grasped Su Ming'an's hand.
"Where are you taking me? Why did you suddenly appear in front of me?" Alauddin murmured, unable to stop himself from tightening his grip: "How did you get so badly injured? Does it still hurt, are you okay?"
Such serious injuries.
The Number One Player is so powerful, how could he have sustained such injuries?
Su Ming'an didn't respond to his questions, only smiled slightly, held his hand, and gently pulled him forward—
"Come, follow me."
The next moment,
Alauddin suddenly saw—
He saw, beside him, suddenly was no longer the rosy sky of Luowasha, but a land he was extremely familiar with!
There were reddish-brown eaves, humid air, gray-black earth, and a rolling brownish-yellow river!
