C1197 Meteorite

Fortunately, after Ye He Yu's warning, Gan Xiu Cheng regained some clarity in his mind, so he stopped what he was doing in time.

At the same time, the sweet taste that had been painstakingly suppressed in his throat finally became uncontrollable.

"Puff …"

Gan Xiucheng spat out a mouthful of blood.

His expression was not the least bit dispirited. In fact