This time Lu Fan heard it very clearly, not in his mind, but in his ears and behind him.
He tried to move his body, but found that his body still refused to obey him, as if he had completely lost consciousness.
"call……"
The cold breath blew my earlobes.
Lu Fan frowned slightly and felt as if there was a face behind him, pressing closely against him...
"Lu Fan..."
A cold, mechanical voice sounded in my ears.
Lu Fan felt nervous when his name appeared in the other person's mouth.
Since the other party knows his identity and dares to do this, it proves that he is confident.
However, it may also be a kind of magic sound, a kind of magic that disturbs people's minds.
He thought of the terrifying and confusing scene in the coastal temple.
"Lu Fan..."
When the cold voice of the machine sounded again, Lu Fan glanced back desperately out of the corner of his eye.
A pale man's face suddenly appeared in his sight.
What a pale face that is...
It was as if he had been soaked in water for several months and was fished out. His face was wet, and there was an extreme coldness that was constantly eroding Lu Fan's soul.
"What the hell is this?"
Lu Fan gritted his teeth secretly. He had never encountered such an opponent before. He could control himself but not do anything to himself. He just looked at himself like this...
"Have I been played?"
Lu Fan's heart sank to the bottom. If the opponent was really some kind of demigod, even a god-level expert, he would still have the ability to try with all his strength and meet the opponent face to face.
But the biggest problem now is that he doesn't even know who the other party is, or even his abilities or purpose.
It was hung like a roast duck, waiting for the owner's decision... Should it be roasted medium-rare or well-done?