Location.

Hold the dagger tightly and stir it in the wound.

Blood gushed out from the wound, covering most of Lin Feng's face. But she didn't even close her eyes. She pressed his body with one hand to prevent him from moving, and held a dagger in the other hand to tear the wound wantonly. It fell into the young man's eyes.

, is nothing less than a hellish Rakshasa!

The stalemate lasted for dozens of breaths.

Before he died, Lin Feng said in a gentle and soft voice like a friend: "Just rest in peace, your brothers, sisters, parents and relatives will meet you on the road to hell soon! Ten, two, king

Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

The young man's eyes were like copper bells, unwilling to die.

He actually died with his eyes open!

Under the watchful eye of the mysterious scribe, Xiao Lang cut off the boy's head with his own hands, grabbed the dripping blood on his head, stood up and let out a long sigh of relief. He turned around and smiled: "Sir, do you have any doubts?"

Mysterious scribe: "..."

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Chapter completed!