Li Hao lowered his head, his eyes bloodshot.
However, looking at his back, it was as if he was looking at the universe.
He carried a longbow on his back, carried a sword, and held a pen.
He had nothing to do with the so-called Wang clan's turtle ... And yet, a person like him had appeared here, and countless years ago, had written down two words.
The others didn't see anything, and neither did Li Hao.
However, it wasn't until the splattering of blood triggered these two words that he saw the extremely terrifying scene.
He panted heavily.
Around them, the others looked a little strange. Hu dingfang was even more restless and regretful. Just now, he had thought that the three drops of blood essence were nothing. Li Hao had made a profit by exchanging them for three blood deities.
However, at this moment, if his eyes could kill, Zi Yue would have been killed on the spot!
At first, Hao lianchuan thought that Li Hao was pretending ...
