ed with her own hands.Buried deep within her heart, those memories she refused to recall, surged to the surface.Here, Jun Xiaoyao didn't say anything, and went straight to action.As for the group of p...Chapter 1079: The Power of Black Blood, the Tragic King Fufeng, Suppressing Quasi-Immortals with One Hand

A voice, cold and powerful, echoed across the heavens.

At this moment, no one refuted.

Su Hongyi and Shen Le naturally wouldn't retort.

Maharaja, too, had long since been won over by Jun Xiaoyao's performance.

As for Zhúyè and Yún Xiǎohēi.

Now we are like two trembling mice.r slender limbs, like those of a fawn, were bound in bandages, giving them a sickly, yet alluring beauty.As alluring as a blood-red rose.On her pale skin, only the single scarlet ghost flower tattooed...