And the sinister cold in Blood Crow's eyes made Jun Moyan's whole body uncomfortable.
For a moment, he seemed to see a river of blood more magnificent than the Yellow River in those blood-red eyes.
And in this river of blood, it seemed as if ten thousand ghosts were howling, as if gathering all the evil spirits from hell.
In a trance, Jun Moyan thought he could hear the ghastly wails of ten thousand ghosts tearing at each other.
This was indeed horrifying.
Jun Moyan hadn't expected the crow to dare hold his gaze for so long.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and a fierce aura burst out from him. Centered on him, it quickly spread to the entire room, instantly turning it into a land of extreme cold.
Wen Xiao'ai, lying on him, couldn't help but shrink her little body.
He stared coldly at the Blood Crow on the balcony, barely holding on.
A pervasive intent to kill accompanied by a powerful aura attacked him head-on.
