Mo Sheng stood respectfully in front of the summer desert wind and lowered his head deeply. His expression reflected on the marble floor was serious.

"what?! To protect the Yin Fengwei of a Yue, she was trapped by a maze in Nantai mountain and lost her whereabouts? "

summer desert wind rose up from the Dragon chair and rushed to his most powerful dark guard. The delicate face exposed outside the mask was angry, gloomy and even a hidden worry.

"now? Anyone here? Can't we find anyone yet? "

the white and smooth forehead of the summer desert wind is gradually covered with blue tendons. The fingers under the robe...