C65 Shock

Meng Xuan's figure was tall and straight. He wasn't tall and sturdy, but at this moment, he was like a huge mountain, towering and unsurmountable, suppressing the others. His face was delicate and pretty, and his hair was jet-black like ink. His eyes were sharp and cold as he stared at the demon dweller.

"Meng Xuan!" The distant Dao-companion was stunned, his eyes wide