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.,This is what! Don't tell me the just-passed life-or-death situation was a dream, there's no way it could be so clear and realistic!,"The Inferno glared at those eyes, snarling, "Hey, Red-Eyed One, let go!"。