C870 Capture Laozi Alive for Your Mother's Spring and Autumn Dream

Shang Xiaopeng sat down along a tree on the ground. His chest kept rising and falling. The humid rain forest made him feel wet, and the camouflage mud on his face had already been washed away.

For a person to exert such strength after sitting down, it could only be said that he was very nervous, or perhaps very pained.

As a member of Soaring Dragon