C687 What Kind of Ability Is This.
In less than a moment, Weng Zixuan's hair was already disheveled. His hair, which was already in disarray, became even more disheveled.
The messy bangs covered half of his face, and through the gaps of his hair, his gaze emitted a faint color of blood, yet also revealed a kind of tenacious and unyielding patience.
At this moment
