Yishu yuan seemed to be immersed in the realm of The Peach Blossom Spring, his voice clear and powerful.,“Mister, I make a living online. You can think of me as a storyteller.”,His body was sinking faster and faster. Yishu Yuan didn't know how much saliva he had swallowed, his consciousness becoming increasingly blurred. Besides the feeling of suffocation in his body, the surrounding water seemed to be getting colder and colder, and his struggles gradually weakened.。