Doomsday Sanctuary

Di Ping turned off the communication, but he was a little upset. Liu Bingyu, the little girl, was becoming more and more blatant now, which made him very distressed.

To say that he didn't have Liu Bingyu in his heart at all, that was because he lied to himself. Like Liu Bingyu, a beautiful, caring and considerate woman, I was afraid that no man would dislike him, and he was no exception.

But his heart was already occupied by De Feiya, and he couldn't give Liu Bingyu much more space!

He could feel Liu Bingyu's thoughts, the frequent hints, and the small temptations from time to time, all signaling to him, but he couldn't do that. If he really did that, it would be unfair to Liu Bingyu.

Di Ping discovered that he had always been a hesitant person in terms of feelings. Like Su Xiao, he knew the result, but he deceived himself for three years until he completed the original agreement and never really faced it.

Yu Shujie never gave her a conclusion.

Liu Bingyu never explicitly refused.

He wanted to refuse, but he couldn't be cruel, because he was afraid of hurting them too deeply, and he couldn't pass the hurdle in his heart if he wanted to possess him, and he cared more about how Diffy felt.

He is a typical eating bowl, and he doesn't want to let it go. He has the potential of being a scumbag.

Di Ping laughed mockingly, then leaned back on the chair, looking up at the starry sky, in a daze.

At some point, a little mist rose from the ruins of the city, as if a group of lively fishes were playing in the forest, slowly spreading towards the whole city, and the fog became thicker and thicker as time passed.

"It's getting foggy?"

When Di Ping suddenly felt cold on his body, he suddenly reacted from his thoughts. Only then did he notice that the entire forest was covered by thick fog, and the camp where he was located was also filled with thick fog.

Visibility was no more than 20 meters, and the magic barracks behind him were also shrouded in fog, becoming hazy and a little unreal.

"Why is there such a big fog?"

Di Ping was a little strange. With his eyesight, he couldn't even see 20 meters away. It could be seen how dense the fog was, just like the substance.

However, he didn't think much about it. Autumn was already foggy, and he thought it was normal.

"Nine o'clock? It's so late!" Di Ping looked at the time for a moment, then shook his head and murmured: "Sit here for an hour!"

He began to clean up the tables and chairs, ready to rest, after all, it was late.

However, when he finished collecting, he walked to the barracks and found out. In just a few minutes, the fog was thicker, and the visibility was only ten meters at most, and the magic barracks were almost unreal.

Squeak!

Xiaojin suddenly let out a cry of anxiety, as if there was something disturbing in the mist.

"This fog is not right, walk into the barracks!"

Di Ping glanced at the surrounding fog with a gloomy expression, grabbed Xiao Jin and walked towards the barracks.

He knows how strong Xiaojin is, he will feel uneasy, and what is even more strange is that his mental power is suppressed here. Originally, his mental power can reach a distance of 1,500 meters, but now he is suppressed. It's only a hundred meters away, and there is nothing to be found in a mist a hundred meters away.

His two major reliances, one is Xiaojin, and the other is strong mental power, and now both seem to be a little awkward, and he still dares to be strong, first return to the barracks to see the situation.

The door of the magic barracks slowly closed, blocking the darkness and dense fog outside, and the burning bonfire and lights in the room gave him a touch of warmth.

Looking out through the one-way magic window, the outside is full of thick fog, and nothing can be seen. These thick ones are like milk, and they actually feel like they are flowing slowly.

After entering the room, Xiao Jin became quieter, and began to take a nap near the campfire.

Di Ping watched for a while, and found no danger. There was nothing else besides the thick fog. He also pressed his heart, turned off the light, and started sitting cross-legged.

In a short while, Di Ping entered a state of deep cultivation.

But he didn't notice that a trace of mist swam into his barracks like snakes, and more and more, soon covering Di Ping and Xiao Jin.

Xiaojin seemed to be sleeping well, and he spread his limbs and fell asleep deeply on the ground.

Cuckoo...

The night was deep, and the entire barracks had completely disappeared, engulfed by a thick sea of ​​fog, suddenly a few weird sounds sounded in the jungle, low and distant, as if with a strange frequency.