C98 Killing Intent

The wind rises, the wind falls. The cruelty of the autumn wind is something that everyone with a broken heart cannot endure.

On the flat outskirts of the city, ten black painted corpses lay there with a smile on their faces. It was very peaceful.

Ye Zhiqiu stood at the side and looked at the Ten Beasts calmly. He didn't know if he was sad or touched at this moment