C133 The cold iron of the cock cock

The blood in Hou Lin Feng's neck gradually stopped flowing like a fountain. In front of the blood, Xiao Wuyang's face gradually lit up. He, who was as bloodthirsty as his life, was the greatest satisfaction.

A few seconds later, Hou Lin Feng fell to the ground. Even at the moment of his death, I didn't manage to see what the backbone of Sister Xue's subordinates looked like