This sword...
Shen Mo stared blankly at it, unable to remember at that moment why he was holding a sword in his hand.
What was he doing just now?
His head was hurting more and more.
His temples pulsed, his breathing was abnormally oppressive, what was wrong with him?
He suddenly saw Chang Weicai's concerned face...
Was it an illusion? It must be fake...
Then he saw Pan Xiaoxin with a stern face saying, "If we don't go steal the sword, Sister Weiwei will die!"
No... it's an illusion, just an illusion...
He closed his eyes, and in his mind emerged Tan Xiao's snorting image: "Just stealing a sword? I'm not afraid at all!"
What's going on?
What exactly is happening?!!
He told himself it was fake, but why did it feel so real! Their shared worries, urgency, anger, all these emotions felt sincerely authentic!
How could it be fake?!
If they are all fake! What about her?! That girl sitting on the Ruby Throne, her tears falling non-stop, tearfully looking at him—
