C474 Zhang 475 These Two Thoughts

Fu Ninger stepped down and helped Zi Yun up. As soon as she touched his body, a sticky blood stuck to her hand. The strong smell of blood was an indescribable bitterness. No one could understand what it felt like. His heart felt like it was being pricked by needles. It was not better than being injured. Zi Yun's face was already pale at this moment