The Player of Time a

The scorching sun baked the yellow sand, and a nauseating stench hung heavy in the sweltering air.,He only remembered that this sunglasses behemoth was the only veteran player in the room who had experienced hallucinations. If not for the other party voluntarily disclosing information about the hallucination, I'm afraid few people in the room would have survived.,The burly man in sunglasses didn't get angry, he smiled and made a gesture of invitation, with a playful expression on his face: "If you think this is a photography studio right now, you can leave. If you can walk out, I'll admit defeat."。