C2242 The Heroic Spirit of Huang Quan

Half an hour later, Ye Qingfeng sensed something strange in the dark fog. He stepped on his footprints and arrived at the door of their room. He was violently knocking on their door.

"Don't worry about it." At this moment, the lady in the white dress on the lower bunk spoke faintly. She sounded like a ghost that had lived for ten thousand years. Her voice was hair-raising