C77 Crazy Drag Two Hundred and Fifty!

It had been an hour since Zhan Mushi came back, but his expression did not look good.

Pushing the door open, his gaze landed on the bulge on the bed. The man seemed to have restrained his cold aura for a moment, as he gently closed the door and walked in.

Putting a medicine bottle on the bedside table, he leaned over and stroked the long hair that covered his small face.

Just as he stood up