C127 Killer

"Another disaster?"

Right now, inside the Forest of Death, it was pitch black. Chu Mubai was holding a fire piston in her hand, the flame in her hand flickered, rising up with the wind, ready to extinguish at any moment.

With such a weak light, Chu Mubai communicated with Mu Jinran in a low voice.

No one knew what they were talking about