C313 Qiwei king jing

The Seven Guards of the Prince Jing of the Devil Dao

Zhao Min looked at the wine cup that was slowly approaching her lips. She knew that the Death God was getting closer and closer to her and was unwilling to die like this.

"Pah!" Suddenly, a bolt of purple lightning swept across the soldier holding the 'wedding wine' in his hand. His body twitched a few times before he fell to the ground