Divine Phoenix of He

Mo Wu's voice had improved somewhat, no longer as hoarse as before, even carrying a light and gentle warmth. But the man was already terrified, tears and snot streaming down his face, and at the same time, a foul smell wafted up from below.,The sickening crack of bone echoed through the air, cutting short the man's pleas. Mo Wu lightly released her grip, allowing the corpse to slump like a puppet to the ground.,At this moment, these hands are remarkably slender. Even with traces of work, you can still see their delicacy, and even their nails are so round and beautiful.。