C1293 Golden Dragon Ink Wind

Chen Sanqiu gritted his teeth, trying to keep his mind from being affected by Lan Qingsheng's eyes.

However, Chen Sanqiu wasn't willing to give up. Even though Chen Sanqiu bit the tip of his tongue and faced Lan Qingsheng's bewitching spirit, his consciousness was still becoming more and more blurry.

In the end, Chen Sanqiu could not help but let out a bitter laugh