C132 Ten Thousand Snake Cave(1)

The bellow in the cop's throat grew more urgent.

However, no matter how the note struggled, the Blood-Red's glutinous rice, seemed to have been dipped in glue, and stood motionlessly in the note's forehead.

After doing all this, Fang Zishu's face became even paler.

But his hands still did not stop moving. Da Zeng saw Fang Zishu lift the brush that was drawing the talisman once again