C887 Prophetic Emperor

"If it's not the boss, what are you doing?"

Looking at Hee Feng's malicious eyes, Han Lee said in a frightened tone.

He looked at his legs with some worry and looked at his right leg, which was stuck in the crack between the rocks. He thought to himself, Boss, this time you don't think my leg is a burden and want to cut off my leg, right?

Eh, not to mention at this moment, this was a good idea