C1858 What Kind of Delicacy Would It Be?

"Ugh!"

Moments later, Sun Zhengyang frowned and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He casually flicked the remaining blood from his fingers with a look of disgust. "Such a weak heart, hardly worth the effort to consume. The younger generation just isn't what it used to be."

"Swish!"

Just then, a slender figure emerged from the nearby bushes.

Sun Zhengyang seemed unfazed