C275 Snare

snare

Hua Wuqing creased his brow, and started waving it around without caring about his life. He moved as fast as he could towards Ye Han, and the blood-stained blade of his sword dripped with a few drops of blood as he moved.

Yun Qin couldn't help but clench her fist, being able to put so much effort into the uneven ground