Ever since Liu Yuan transmigrated, he had frequently come into contact with the characters he had previously conquered. He often encountered some bad situations, and he had almost developed a conditioned reflex–
Before seeing the person, he first read the message.
He looked into the distance and saw the eye-catching progress bar at first glance. The entire progress bar was red to black, and the frame was bloody. It was a shocking sight.
It was a far cry from the original ink painting's peach-colored special effects.
The lithe figure in purple and wearing a ghost mask stood in the air, not moving in the rain. Her figure was a little blurry, but behind the ferocious bronze ghost mask, a pair of bright and charming green eyes were clear. Unfortunately, the glass-like brilliance was filled with hatred and not intoxicating gentleness and love.
To be honest, Liu Yuan had never seen such a scene before.