C818 Zhao Ji！！！

brushwood God of Illustions!

"Help them."

Looking at the person struggling on the brink of death, Bai Xiaofei raised his head and forced himself to spit out six words.

Bai Xiaofei had no way to respond to the pairs of pleading eyes.

He was a human, not a god. It was already impossible for these people to save him …

"Leave it to me."

Looking at the group of people who didn't know what to do