Destined Martial God english

Yu Haoran suddenly opened his eyes, the hands of his subconscious were imprinted, and the body instinctively backed away, resisting the destroying power that was about to sweep over in imagination.

However, the feeling of weakness and the surrounding quiet environment made him suddenly realize that his environment was different from what he had imagined.

His eyes quickly swept around, and he found himself in a dimly lit room, lying on a hard-wood bed.

The layout of the room is very simple, in addition to the hardwood bed underneath, there is a shabby wooden table, and several chairs without arms and legs.

"This, this, how is this possible!" Looking at the old and damaged furniture in front of him, Yu Haoran's face was blank.