"Hematemesis?"

Lin Qing looked incredibly into the middle of the cold lake, just to see the moment when Ye Dun closed his fist, the black awn converged, and the cold gradually disappeared. He took advantage of this short gap and saw the dismal appearance of Su Linchuan, which had been painstakingly supported.

At this time, his hair was shining, his face was pale, blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth, and his chest clothes were dyed red with blood.

As Fang Han just said, wolf, very wolf, better than a lost dog.

Lin Qing was stunned. He grew up with his mouth and looked incredibly at Su Linchuan's...