Her chest rose and fell slightly violently with the rush of breathing.

Yun Xianghuan's lips opened lightly, and he gasped for several breaths before pursing his lips steadily.

While opening the misty ink eyes, Yun Xianghuan subconsciously touched the back of his neck, there was no pain, no wound.

Her hand ran towards the wooden bed again, and soon reached her folding knife where she had placed her things.

She didn't feel any discomfort either.

"Being taken away from luck, I relied on the cat to become popular and survive in variety shows" Chapter 285 That man is a little familiar and is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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