C1003 The reality of despair

Wang Shuo was lying on the ground, his posture a little more comfortable, but the pain was still unbearable, and from time to time, blood would pour out from the corner of his mouth.

The afterimage indifferently crouched at Wang Shuo's side, extending his hand to begin unbuttoning Wang Shuo's robe, correcting his bones.

"None?" "What's that?"

Ku Hai said coldly, "You cultivate the Dao arts