"Fuck!"

Meng Hao couldn't help but curse.

Riding a wolf is risky, so be careful when racing.

You can't ride randomly anymore.

He quickly took out the green turban and put it on his head before his body hit the ground.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with preparing for your injuries in advance.

At this moment, the fragrant wind came.

The Dark Ranger's figure was like a goshawk, flying directly in front of Meng Hao and hugging his falling body.

The black robes rustled in the wind, playing beautiful music while also slowing down the descent of their bodies.

Meng Hao was held in Wen Ruanxiangyu's arms, and his face suddenly showed a happy expression.

The Dark Ranger is still reliable and always appears when he needs it most.

"suck!"
Chapter completed!