When Shen Changqing, Sheng Qingyan and the others felt bursts of cold sensation coming from the Spiritual World, Ji You had just finished chatting casually with He Bi and was about to bend over to help him up.
At that precise moment, the cold sensation inside the spaceship's cockpit intensified.
Liu Fufeng, who was sitting on the floor, suddenly stood up, dusted off his clothes, and his delicate and exquisite face showed unprecedented coldness, saying, "That thing is not here."
Sheng Qingyan's grip on the Energy Sniper Rifle instantly tightened.
Liu Fufeng said, "It's in the inspection cabin."
Yue Qiguang immediately jumped up, his brows furrowed tightly, "Isn't that idiot on number 4444 in danger?"
As soon as the words fell~
Hoo~
A gust of seemingly tangible wind swept toward the faces of the few people in the cockpit. At that moment, Liu Fufeng, who had been keeping a cold eye, suddenly raised his hand and swung it in the direction of the wind!
Whoosh~
