Longing That Transmigrates Time and Space (1)

The blood moon hung high in the sky, and cold wind whistled.

The ground that was full with bones stretched for miles. The bones were piled up into a mountain.

Looking at the deathly silent future world, Feng Qi could not help but sigh.

Everything here was the same. Perhaps history had changed drastically, but human civilization still could not escape the outcome of being enveloped by the domain fields.

While he was sighing, the little cripple slowly stood up from the ground and performed a split on the spot.

"…"

"I've been here so many times. Why are you still a cripple?" Looking at the little cripple, Feng Qi was slightly speechless.

After saying that, he took a step forward and kicked the little cripple's head to a few meters away.

After adjusting his mentality, he smiled and said,

"Narrator, I've bought the oranges and I'm back to see you."