Dugu Yamo and Feng Sang wouldn't stop criticizing Feng Wu, but after hearing what Dugu Yamo said, Feng Wu became very quiet.
Control the blades…
Control the blades…
A blade cut Feng Xun's cheek open, and blood splashed everywhere, but he didn't even frown.
He turned to look at the heart on the wall, the thing that Feng Wu called a timer.
By then, it had grown to the size of a plate…
And they could clearly see the blood vessels in it.
The wall of the heart was getting thinner and thinner.
It was as if it was going to explode the next second.
This time, Feng Xun was really anxious.
He turned around and saw that Feng Wu was still frowning and deep in thought.
"Xiao Wu, we're all counting on you. We can't hold on for much longer…" thought Feng Xun.
All of a sudden!
An idea struck Feng Wu, and this time, she caught it in time!
"I got it!"
