C351 Herba Rehmanniae

"You can't kill me. I know where the Yang Returning Grass is." An anxious voice suddenly came out of the black fog.

When Zhang Xiaojian heard the words "Yang Reversion Grass", he paused for a moment. With a tap of his finger, the Firebird cried out and stopped in mid-air.

In the black fog, the man breathed a sigh of relief and said, "As long as you promise not to kill me