However, no matter how satisfied you are, Qin Zhe feels very bad.

Maybe because he was locked in the clouds, he had a very obvious feeling.

The clouds are at their limits, and jealousy is about to fall.

He is still within the northern territory and is a relatively densely populated area.

Have to hurry up!

Qin Zhean gritted his teeth and mobilized 45 spiritual meridians in his body to further increase his speed.

With all his strength, his speed once approached the speed of light, and the loss of the spiritual network also increased.

But no matter how fast he was, the cloud above his head was like a maggot on his tars, and it was like a shadow that surrounded him firmly.

"Rumbling."

The sound of rolling thunder came from the top of my head.

Qin Zhe frowned and raised his eyes, and saw thunder brewing in the dark clouds.

Don't you have time to leave the North?

This...it's no wonder me!

Just as he was thinking, Qin Zhe had a loud "boom" in his ear, and the dark cloud suddenly spit out a thunder and slashed down.

Thunder is the speed of light.

Qin Zhe couldn't even see clearly, let alone hide.

In fact, before he heard the thunder, he felt a pain in his forehead and almost fell into his head.

The speed of light travels faster than sound.

Modern science is not a scam.

Fortunately, Qin Zhe's head was hard enough and he was hit by thunder, but his hair was smoked.

Is this God's jealousy?

Nothing feels!

It doesn't seem very intense, so I have to run away so desperately?

Qin Zhe thought to himself, and suddenly said "Damn" and raised his hand and rubbed it on his head.

Get it, a handful of burnt short hair...
Chapter completed!