C80 Celebration

80 Qingkong

Lin Yan slowly walked towards Xin'er as he coldly stared at her.

Step by step, it was like a death god slowly approaching Xin'er.

Xin'er trembled in fear, her chest shaking. Her face was as pale as wax, her cherry lips had lost all their color, and her watery eyes had lost their former luster.

Those disciples were already scared out of their wits