Yi Shu Yuan helplessly turned his head to look behind him, pointing at the sports camera on his head.,The voice of the oar-man interrupted Yishuoyuan's brief reminiscence. After he collected himself and took a deep breath, he once again gathered his emotions, turned to face forward, and imagined the magic in his heart.,The impact caused the water to churn continuously, with countless star points shooting out and dissipating. A trace of light flickered at Yi Shumen's fingertips, and he himself tumbled in the water, the image becoming increasingly blurred.。