C2162 The Thing That Was Being Targeted by Little Yuan.

Ye Feng was sitting in the VIP waiting room, but he was resting with his eyes closed.

He was thinking about something. He felt that he had grasped something, but it was hard to grasp.

Especially the title of "Master of Space-time Golden Wheel."

Thinking about this, Ye Feng couldn't help but touch the golden wheel on his wrist