"Damn it!!!" Guo Cheng frowned and cursed under his breath.
"Good." Meanwhile, Lin Qing and Xu Linwei, whose eyes were usually gloomy, resentful, and heavy, brightened, fixating on the rapidly moving golden mother cat, full of anticipation.
Bring the news to Su Chen.
Let Su Chen go and rescue.
Die in that mysterious Valley of Tombs.
Time passed.
Soon.
More and more onlookers changed their expressions because the golden mother cat was indeed heading to find Su Chen, its direction too precise, without any deviation; now, it was already within a hundred kilometers around Su Chen.
No more surprises.
The golden mother cat's rescue target was indeed Su Chen.
"Brother Su, please don't agree!" Shen Yiyao was anxious, hating that golden mother cat to death, biting her lip nervously, praying in her heart.
"Master, don't bother with it." Di Qiong was similarly praying.
However, Tailing Nishang's expression grew increasingly complex.
