C472 I Am Your Little Pimp!

Looking at the shaman who had ugly markings carved on his mask and had a hoarse and unpleasant voice, Blackblood's heart was filled with a myriad of emotions.

He had always lived for others, and this time he wanted to be selfish.

"Then that's it."

Blackblood looked deeply at the disfigured Female Shaman. It was as if he wanted to carve her appearance into his mind and into his bones