C188 Addictive thousand illusion grass

Nangong Xianglu's situation was dire. She laid on the bed and bit her lips tightly. Her delicate and beautiful face was warped by pain.

Her bloodline was extremely withered, without the slightest bit of spirit or essence energy. It was like an old man on the verge of death.

Her skin was dull and pale, and her hair, which used to be like a waterfall, had lost its luster