C547 Blood Tribe Director of the Administration

The wind is tight.

The wind was blowing.

Su Chen felt goosebumps all over his back.

The cool moonlight of the night fell on the ground, dyeing it in a layer of silver.

To Su Chen, the night was ten thousand times scarier than the day.

He wrapped his clothes tightly and walked out alone.

Luo Meng's injuries worsened. Before he fell asleep, he asked him to help