C732 Death Is Not a Pity!
Beneath a dimming sky, a vivid red sedan chair soared through the air. Trailing behind it was a stream of dark green Soul Flame, resembling a gently flowing river of ink. Inside the sedan, Mo Yan and Cuion's argument was relentless.
"Cuion, I'm surprised at how feeble you are! Such a coward! White Bone is wounded, and you won't even engage in battle
