Bora Hai wailed, only hating himself for why he didn't die directly under the hands of the white flower bones, now it's okay, he didn't have the hope of life, but ushered in social death.

"Hmmm......"

Fran suddenly spoke.

"Mr. Bolahai, I think we should get out of here as soon as possible now, I don't feel very good about it." Fran's words reached Borahai's ears, but they took on a different meaning.

Run!

Stop!

I can't hold this place!

Tempest's claws poked out behind him, and a small external fuel supply kit was installed on the outer interface of the mountain

Chapter 116 of "Crazy Feast", getting out of trouble is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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