"How's it going?"

Shen Xiujun asked.

The parasite of the corpse of time chanted a long and obscure spell, but did not respond for a while.

The wind blows.

The leaves and gravel drifted across the street.

However, when they approached the parasite of the Corpse of Time, they all froze in mid-air, motionless.

—like someone hit the pause button and made them stop for a moment.

Shen Xiujun noodles

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