C2008 CHAPTER2008 THE BLACK DRAGON
Sam Moreels looked around and noticed a long white robe, now torn to pieces. "I remember Senior Sister Lingxue was wearing white last night... Was I imagining things?" He patted his forehead, feeling an unnatural twitch. This was all because of him. Glancing at the torn clothes and bloodstains on the ground, he felt a pounding headache
