C110 Feng Lin

He absolutely couldn't let Young Master Baiyi's soul develop any further.

Otherwise, he would die sooner or later.

When one's heart was dark, one's hands should be sharper.

After Chen Feng settled all of this, he looked at the dawn approaching, but the darkness was also the thickest.

Holding the old sniper rifle in his hand, the only thing he believed in right now was the gun in his hand