Lin Feng, holding a grass in his mouth, looked at his watch and felt a little anxious.

When he came to Wutoushan, it took him more than forty minutes. During this time, he was desperately on his way to the canyon mouth, but he was stopped by black wolves and others.

An hour away, there is very little left.

The black man has not left much time for himself. He tells himself through the young commander that if Lin Feng does not arrive on time, Cao Xue will become a plaything under his crotch.

Such a thing, Lin Feng naturally can not be neglected, suppressing the flame in the heart,...