C143 Tens of Thousands of Cuts

On the top floor of the moving zone, a bright moon hung high in the sky.

Ye Lingtian took out his phone and looked at it before realizing he had been negligent. His phone was not that high, so it was a pity that it didn't have any effect. He patted Zhang Menghao's shoulder and asked, "Did you bring your phone?"

"Yes!" Zhang Menghao quickly handed the Apple 6 phone to Zhang Menghao