C1691 Rescue

"Hehe, I'm courting death?"

"The one who will die, is you."

The grey robed Demon Race's voice was extremely hoarse, as if she was wiping an old tree, causing everyone's hair to stand on end.

However, he casually took out the blood essence and held it in his hands, and laughed: "Tsk tsk, such a thriving and pure blood essence, it's really rare."

"Put it down, it's not yours