C93 Divine Mosquito Fragrance

When the Ghost Face Devil Mosquito landed on Dongfang Qingyu's head, he sucked in a breath of cold air. When the cooldown time was up, he immediately cast a spell.

"Death Grip!"

The black fist closed tightly, and a conspicuous red number floated up.

-40.

The fist loosened, and the Ghost Face Devil Mosquito fell straight to the ground. It was no longer breathing