C290 Artificial respiration

Mo Feng's face changed, this was already a serious injury.

"What the hell!" He lowered his head to look at the Demonic Ghost Grass in his hand, and fury filled his heart. His arm shook as a surge of energy surged towards the Demonic Ghost Grass.

"Squeak!"

The Demonic Ghost Grass let out a pitiful cry and immediately died.

"Mmm."

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