C202 Ignore Han Feng's Plan

On top of the mountain, Han Feng was swinging his sword like a spider. He had a face full of enjoyment, with a warm smile on his face. From time to time, he would poke his ears, afraid that he wouldn't hear anything.

In the face of such curses, Han Feng felt as if he was facing beautiful music, and was so intoxicated that his hands and feet were dancing.

From time to time