C1684 It is that there is no lack of the mark

After saying that, Chu Yun smiled slightly, and slowly tapped his forehead with his finger, releasing a condensed Sword Qi, inch by inch, into Song Zeliu's forehead.

His speed was very slow, as if he was deliberately tormenting him.

His consciousness was very clear, and he could clearly hear the sound of his skull being drilled open.

Creak.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah