His Aura

Luo Yangyang felt relaxed as she smelled Feng Sheng's familiar scent and hugged him.

It was like a bird that had finally found a place to stay.

"They have so many guns. I was scared to death!"

Luo Yangyang hugged Feng Sheng tightly with her arms, like a drowning person who had finally boarded a boat that could reach the shore.

She thought about how she was drugged by Old Wang and Old Zhang, kidnapped to the border, and then forcefully taken onto the helicopter by Alexander.

In the end, he landed in this unknown primitive forest.

Luo Yangyang had been on high alert for nearly 30 hours.

"It's okay, it's okay now. Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Feng Sheng loosened his grip on the tree trunk and hugged Luo Yangyang back to comfort her.

Feng Sheng finally calmed down when he held Luo Yangyang in his arms.

It was good that she was fine. It was good that Yangyang was fine.

Lancelot and Adolf were still engaged in a gunfight.