C298 The Changes in the Fog in the Golden Leaf Forest(3)

Crack, crack, crack.

The milky-white, furry flying squirrel was grabbed by Fann Helsing, and the camera was aimed at its small face.

The weak, pitiful, and helpless flying squirrel did not dare to struggle at all. It only hugged itself tightly and closed its eyes tightly.

"Let me take a few pictures." Mary also raised the camera and moved closer to Fann Helsing.

"No! I saw it first