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All Good Things

Kant sat on a chair with a cup of hot milk tea in his hand. He breathed slowly.

The scene in front of him finally returned to normal. Familiar people and things were right in front of him. The white fog world clearly existed in the strings of time and space, and it was under complete induction.

The spatial gate could be activated at any time.

The palpitation he had experienced earlier had turned into lingering fear.

The darkness, the lack of response from the white fog world, and the lonely scene of his companions without a trace touched his soul and made him recall the past that he did not want to remember.

When he had just transmigrated to the isolated island, it was the first time in his life that he had lost something.

Now that he had even more, he could no longer endure a third time.

Ah Xing squatted beside him and held his hand worriedly.