C481 Five-colored Thunderhawk(1)

Black Jail Mountain, as its name suggests.

Although it was still daytime, the mountain was covered with a layer of faint black fog. Reg looked at the fog drifting in the mountain and said worriedly, "Why is this fog black? I'm afraid there is poison in it."

Mrs. Qiangwei lightly smiled and elegantly stroked the few strands of hair that were blown away by the mountain wind