"No! No! "

Chu zhaoyue screams wildly, tears all over his face, mixed with the blood on his lips, drop by drop on the broken face of the summer desert wind. At this moment, the blood in their bones, the entrapment in their bones, finally merge together through the bitter tears.

"ah Feng, you will be OK! You must be OK! Whoa, whoa... "

bitter tears, one drop after another, hit the thin lips of the summer desert wind, which were infected by blood and twinkled with demon red, very sour, very astringent, full of bitterness!

Maybe this drop of tears is too bitter, too bitter, so bitter that the...