C70 Haemophilic constitution

Pingyang City, Central Plaza!

"Ugh, what's wrong with that brat? have they been turned into blood fog?! " Looking at Wu Zhengjun who was shrouded in blood fog and did not understand his special physique, he made a guess.

Chu Zhongyu also tightly knitted his brows, not really understanding the change that was currently happening to Wu Zhengjun.

"When life or death is at stake