C2165 How Could He Still Laugh??

The man in the lead looked at Fu Duoduo with hatred written all over his face. "No matter what, we have to fight to the death. We would rather die than fall into their hands."

He kept waving his pen and forcefully activated the bell. A fog rose around them, covering their bodies and gradually enveloping everyone in the house in the fog.

The fog carried the fragrance of Mandala