C268 metazoan flower

Xuanyuan Chen's pupils shrank slightly as he stood up while holding onto the wound on his back. He raised the longsword and was about to step forward to assist Xie Qingrong.

's cold voice came from the wind: "Chen, don't come over."

Xuanyuan Chen unwillingly stopped in his tracks, his eyes closely staring at Xie Qingrong's figure