"Ah, ah, damn it!"
Feng Yaoli was furious, and the veins on his forehead popped out. He roared, " "Who did it come from?" The cold sword of ice and frost rippled with waves of coldness as it pointed straight down.
"Hehe, everything is normal. You don't have to worry about it."
The hundred-wheel knot smiled faintly, put his hands together in his dantian, and slowly read, " "Come without a trace and leave without a trace, go with the coming. There's no need to ask more about fleeting life, it's just a dream."
you're on the verge of death, but you're pretending to be calm. There's no cure!
Luanyu angrily rebuked. He knew that he would not be able to get any more answers. Suddenly, his claw fell and pierced into the head of the hundred wheel tying garment. Five streams of blood flowed down from his fingertips.
A smile appeared on the corner of Baishu Yui's mouth, and she closed her eyes peacefully.
