He opened his mouth, but the tip of the tongue had already stopped in front of his beating blood vessel.
'Tutu! Tutu!'
After concentrating, song Changqing could hear the sound of his blood pumping and the gurgling sound of his blood flowing.
The tip of the tongue stopped on the beating blood vessels and exerted a little force-the soft skin was unbelievably thin in front of the cold tip of the tongue.
He could even imagine that in the next moment, the tip of the tongue of the malicious ghost would stab into 'her' like a blade, and the blood vessels would be cut open, and a large amount of blood would spray into 'her' mouth.
Song Changqing thought of the three joss sticks he had burned in front of his Grandmaster before he left.
"He's actually going to face the Tribulation?"
Perhaps he had already predicted this, but he was unusually calm at the moment, with only a little regret.
