Mistress, I Was Wrong

Together, her light soul bell was sealed by her own, so the first time, her bell didn’t ring, she glanced. It was the bell on Situ Hao’s body, and then the bell behind him.

"There is a death sorcerer."

"There was no such thing as the formation of the seven sisters and the pig fairy grass. This is the wild death sorcerer who rushed out." The Ming Minghui’s forehead sweat beads came out.