Under the natural danger, there was a man lying quietly in the grass. His eyes were closed tightly. Although his face was handsome and upright, his hair was disheveled and his whole person was in dilapidated state. The traces of blood that were slightly old all over his body showed that the man had been unconscious for a long time, and now his life or death was uncertain, and his fate was dangerous.
Several breaths converged on his weak body, the atmosphere was extremely chaotic, and the faint aura of ominous misfortune emanating from it exposed the complexity of the man's identity. Shuo Fengxunxun, the green light floating on the man's face clearly reflected his frowning brows. He had such an extremely unstable expression, but he seemed to have no reaction to the footsteps approaching him.