At this time, only to see the body of Feng Jiuya tilted, and then fell down. The frightened son rushed forward to hold her up. "Xiaojiu, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay. Maybe it's too tired." Feng Jiuya, still conscious, reached out a hand to support his shoulder.

The cold son swept back, and there were only three remaining warriors. He killed four more in a series of killings, while the rest of the terrorists were only thirty or forty. Knowing that the victory had been decided, although she was eager to catch up with the bear, she could not rest assured. At this time, her body was covered with...