C1182 The Dissipated Ling Xiaozi

Wang Mang, with his arms hanging down, slowly straightened his bent waist, and his falling body instantly stopped moving.

He suddenly raised his head, and his unfocused pupils gathered again. He still looked like he was on the verge of death.

The most surprising thing was that his heart, which had been pierced by the long sword, was covered by a wriggling mass of sticky black matter. His heart