C512 The death of bile

After plucking their way through the small path, Big Bro and the rest stopped walking on the small path and chose a jungle that almost no one was willing to walk on.

Brambles, dead trees, weeds, these were the key to the mountain.

"Fuck, is Bai Baoguo crazy? "Why are you hiding these white masks here …" Under the moonlight, he looked at his arm, which had been cut by thorns