C1092 Blood Demon

Zhan Tianming stood with his hands behind his back. His eyes swept across the place, but no one dared to look at him.

Even the proud young master felt a chill in his heart when Zhan Tianming looked at him. It was as if he had fallen into a thousand-year-old ice cellar. He hurriedly lowered his head.

Hei Que, who was wearing a black dress and covered by a black veil