PREVIEW
... to the ground, looking at Beichuan Si, whose face had turned pale for the first time, and bouncing around in a frenzy.
The muscles in Beichuan Si’s arms were like wax, constantly oozing blood and a dark liquid, with a foul stench permeating the air.
"Don’t worry," Beichuan Si wanted to gesture, but his hands were in no condition to do so.
Thankfully, there were still more than forty points of death energy remaining, and healing his arms shouldn’t be a big problem.
...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE





























