Shen Thirteen looked down for a while, then sat down on the fork, closed his eyes and felt like a water stop. Two hours later, he suddenly opened his eyes and jumped down from the tree easily. Seventy-eight meters high, Shen Thirteen jumped down, giving a feeling of flying. The trough was not a special step. You never feel that way when you wear it.

After coming down, enter the tent to wake up the light rain.

"Honey, we have to go."

Xiaoyu just recovered a little bit. Seeing him like this, he asked, "Are the people behind me catching up? I'm sorry, I'm too frail to slow down our...