When Qi Xibei woke up, he found himself in a room with an uncomfortable cushion under him.
She wanted to get up, but the moment she moved, she immediately pulled on the wounds on her body.
She looked down and found that the wound on her waist was still there, but it had been bandaged.
A thought flashed through her mind. Fortunately, she didn't have a soul rebirth, but her body.
This was a good thing. He did not have to adapt to other bodies.
Most importantly, he was not afraid that others would not recognize him when he returned.
Qi Xibei's expression darkened at the thought of this.
She recalled the previous situation.
After the three of them spat out a mouthful of blood, they fainted together.
She vaguely remembered that she had passed through a long and narrow passage with colorful lights in the dark.
Among the three of them, she was the most seriously injured. If she was still alive, Qiao Yanyu must be alive as well.
