C245 The crisis is still there

The devil-like laughter from the mottled little Taoist jolted me back to my senses. Looking left and right, I realized that not only was it the mottled little Taoist and the bugs, even Jiang Bao was beside me.

As for Luo Feiyu, he did not see any trace of his.

And the place we are at, isn't the Sansheng Mountain, but the lava cave near the white mountain