C423 Netherworld Grass

"Lin Xuan... I'll return this token to you. You need it more than I do!"

In the crowd, Shen Qingfeng's face was a little bitter. He sighed and took out a token from his bosom reluctantly. Even now, Shen Qingfeng had not dripped a drop of blood and imprinted his own mark on it.

All of this was for Lin Xuan.

In his eyes, this was originally something that belonged to Lin Xuan