C130 Big Bear Hug

Mi Qiao's heart beat even faster when she heard that. She rubbed her eyes and looked behind her doubtfully.

Xing Mowei slightly nodded. He held a short spear in one hand and a long spear in the other. The black muzzle was pointed at the guard who was stepped on on on the ground.

He casually shot a glance at Mi Qiao, lifted his head, and said harshly to the guard who was threatening Mi Qiao