C299 The Seed of Disaster Lurking on Her Body
Tia Liao gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands. He stared at the man under the tree with a cold gaze and held his breath.
He held his breath, but he could not stop the wound on his collarbone. Blood continued to flow out.
A three-inch-long wound was not much worse than being stung by a mosquito. However, he felt cold all over his body
