Mystic Clan of the P

A kaleidoscope of colors danced before his eyes, and Lu Jiangxian wanted to open them, to rise. But his body, like a lead weight, ignored his commands completely.,Then he stared blankly as the sun slowly slipped from overhead, the brilliant sunset spreading across the sky, and the water in the areas under the trees gradually faded away.,The river crab was digging in the dirt nearby. The visible range was about a meter around it, not very clear, like an old thick-screen TV from when I was a child.。