"The weather on this island is so damn boring."

At this time, Tang Qingfeng, who had just finished making a phone call, was about to go back to the bedroom to sleep.

Tomorrow, a master of mystical arts will come and attack and kill Tang Ruoxue to increase the chance of winning by two points.

But he didn't know what happened, and there was a shadow lingering in his heart for no reason.

A strong sense of uneasiness arises from my heart!

He didn't know where this uneasiness came from, and it was precisely because of this uneasiness that he couldn't sleep.

He opened the window himself to ventilate and get some fresh air.

"Whoosh——"

Suddenly a dazzling cold light shot towards him, making him unable to stop being vigilant.

Tang Qingfeng subconsciously looked out the window.

That cold light was reflected from the dagger in his hand.

Sixty figures rushed towards him.

"Holy shit!"

Tang Qingfeng trembled:
Chapter completed!