C420 Not Taking Advantage of Her

At this time, in a small cave under the mountain.

A woman in white leaned against the wall of the cave. There was no blood on her delicate face, only traces of black poisonous gas. Occasionally, the moonlight would shine into the cave, adding a touch of desolation.

Murong Qian gently stroked the sword wound on her back. Her pretty face was filled with exhaustion, like a withered leaf