C893 Lightning Strike!

I heard the voice.

Wang Ming's eyes turned.

In the distance.

In the wilderness with weeds growing everywhere.

A few people were standing there like statues of gods, unmoving. The one in the lead had his arms crossed over his chest, his gaze cold.

Reagan.

He had blond hair and blue eyes, his blond hair fluttering in the wind.

His tall body gave off a powerful deterrent!

At this moment