C87 Safe Box.

"Huff, huff, huff ~"

The wind eye that was circling in the air kept dancing, and Zhao Lei was holding the whirlwind in his hand. He was like an old man selling candies, and his technique was unusually proficient.

The quiet tower could not hear the sound of the wind at all, because Zhao Lei had reversed the direction of the whirlwind and placed it in a straight line. This way