C220 Old Scores

It was night. The snow was bleak and the moon was like a hook. In the dim yellow room, there was a figure quietly squatting by the bed. On the bed was an old man with a pale face and closed eyes.

Looking closely, it was Xiao Yihan and Blood Devil Old Ancestor.

At this moment, Xiao Yihan's hands were tightly hugging his forehead. His face was distorted and looked very painful