The Untamed Concubin

Sitting in the cockpit, the small hand gripping the steering wheel was white with effort. His eyes were fixed on the vortex, a look of fear etched on his face, but his missing lips still muttered curses incessantly.,Several people suddenly seemed to be struck, dumbfounded.,Just as I was about to rebuke this nonsense, I suddenly noticed something else that sent shivers down my spine. Apart from this man, the other several men were all dressed in ancient garb!。