C224 The maze of death iii goes to wajuku mountain

The wind blew past the tall wutong tree, and the leaves rustled against each other. The sun changed from its original gold to orange. The Husky in front of the door drooped his head and watched the birds jumping up and down in the trees in the distance.

Lu Xiang rubbed his eyes and looked at the phone beside him. It was almost 6 o'clock. He put on his clothes, looked at Lei Zhen