Satellite Falling 

In an hour.

Erased the corners of the mouth of the oil, the students packed with roasted sheep skewers, left the fire and came into the shelter to rest.

Three teams were left at the scene, stationed in three directions at the camp. Each team surrounded a bonfire and chatted on fire. Shield fighters showed alert eyes from time to time and stared at the darkness around them.

Yuan Fang is also in the three teams.

Liu Tao, as the monitor of the class, set an example and was the first to guard the camp so that other students could have a good rest.

The surrounding weeds are relatively high, and the camp is on the ground, which is equivalent to a concave ground. The mountain wind roars past the top of the head. As the night deepens, the temperature gets lower and lower.

The blazing flame, radiating heat, Yuan Fang felt warm and especially comfortable.

He was lying on the ground, his head resting on his arms, and suddenly remembered a small fat face in his heart.