Beneath the confusion and fog in his heart, the burning anxiety did not weaken at all. This greatly swallowed up Deng Chun's energy, affected his decision-making, and made his heart a mess.

Thinking about it again, his old father said that he liked his brain, which was the most ridiculous ridicule...

Deng Chun sat at the end of the bed, hunched over and pressing his elbows on his thighs, barely supporting his overly heavy mood.

The wooden box containing the mask was thrown aside. The lid of the box was opened, and the civil servant mask with a white face and a red hat was showing him a smile that was both compassionate and mocking.

Deng Chun was almost unbearable, but he still suppressed the idea of ​​closing the lid of the box again, turned his face and stared at the mask, trying to get some kind of enlightenment from it...

Or maybe it's a harbinger of crisis.

He didn't understand why Deng Wei, and of course mainly his old father, would return this mask to him at this time.

He wouldn't believe a word of this bullshit commemoration.

In the past, this was a symbol of Baifengjun's blessing and a real "magic weapon". This kind of thing involving extraordinary power was not fuel-efficient.

of lights.

If possible, he even wanted to throw this thing outside the airship, but No. 4 in work clothes, who was following him from beginning to end, was still guarding the door and wouldn't give him this chance at all.

Just when I was having a splitting headache, the soles of my feet seemed to vibrate.

It seemed like there was some kind of sound that had penetrated all the obstacles and was transmitted over.

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Chapter completed!