C1855 On the Ice Chair

Sword Immortal Feng Qing thought he was seeing things. The slanted wound on Lin Nan's chest almost ripped his belly open!

How could Lin Nan's aura be so stable?

It was as if a living dead man was eating and chatting. Sword Immortal Feng Qing's hair was standing on end because of this indescribable feeling!

"Lin Nan, you brat!" Sword Immortal Feng Qing walked forward nervously