Chapter Eight Hundred Thirty-Four: Hatred for the Old Demon

g Wulin caught the falling ink blue 。The gunshot wound didn't bleed, only a burning smell lingered. Beneath the surface, an inky green liquid oozed out. 。This is the characteristic of being injured...—" Its voice wave and psychic power struck with double force. 。But just then, a strange thing happened. Xie Xiezhao reached out towards Yuan En Yehui's right hand, and then both of their bodies simult...