C127 How Could She Have Become like This

"Ah...." Mao Yi, who was being held by Nassir Dawson, let out a low cry of pain, and a line of blood gradually appeared on his face from his forehead to his chin. At first, there was a trace of blood, and soon more and more black blood came out in a hurry, Mao Yi's eyes were wide open as he stared blankly at the old woman. In the last moment of his life