C1251 Unforgivable

Zhu Xi's blood was lying quietly on the ground, as if it was a declaration of her lost youth and memories. Yang Ping stared at the blood marks on the ground, thinking that Zhu Xi had probably suffered a lot here, or maybe she had been tortured for a very long time.

The blood was golden, but it carried an aura unique to the Nine Yin Body. This could not be changed