C97

In the wilderness.

Yang Fan really didn't know where to go.

He could only keep walking deeper in.

Half an hour later!

A few figures could be vaguely seen in the desolate place.

"Hand over the money or I'll kill you!"

The middle-aged man with the scar on his face was a Da Dou Shi.

There were more than ten Dou Shi following him. From the looks of it, they were quite strong