Lin Feng holds his hands tightly at the moment, and his nails are deeply trapped in his hands. He wishes the man who falls into Zaka's hands at the moment was him!

"Lin Feng, do you still want this dog?" Zaqa trampled Chen Hao under his feet, grinning and laughing.

Lin Feng clenched his fists, his lips were tightly pressed together, and his sniper rifle was almost deformed.

Chu Run is not far from the forest peak. Naturally, he has a thorough look at his expression. Combining with his emotions, Chu Run can't help worrying secretly. Eventually, he doesn't care about the others. The cat waist rushes toward the place...