C47 Eagle Sky Strike

In the VIP courtyard, Han Feng was surrounded by four warriors. He was smiling casually, and his hands were constantly tracing Lee Mengxin's hair, not putting them in his eyes at all.

"Good, very good! "Then you don't have to leave, stay!" Special Envoy Xuan Tian looked at Han Feng furiously, but he was overjoyed in his heart. He was thanking Lee Dexian, who was on the verge of dying