C196 Assassination

In a large tent not far from Ling Ao Tian, there was a similarly dying figure. He was tall and sturdy, and the bulging muscles on his body were as hard as stone.

At this moment, he was half lying on the bed, all the wounds on his body firmly bandaged. His gaze was calm, but his thoughts were scattered all over the place.

Perhaps his mind was still thinking about the battle two days ago