Su Ming'an rushed out from Alauddin's story.
For a brief moment, it transformed from "Dara" back to "Su Ming'an", the tattered blue clothes reverted to seven-colored silk, and the ochre slum became Luowasha's splendid sky.
Before the gods could pursue him, Su Ming'an swiftly waved the feather pen, casually choosing one of the newly uploaded stories, and moved to the latest page of the "World Book".
The firmament turned into coarse pages, with words jumping incessantly. In the moment when Yuritilola's petals and leaves had yet to strike, Su Ming'an's figure fell into the story.
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[Chapter two·"Witch's Epic"]
[What the hunter writes in the forest is a peaceful and happy story.]
[According to legend, a group of magical witches lived in the forest, their faces as ugly as toads, their hearts as venomous as serpents.]
