C972 You Have No Chance of Winning

Clear Water Old Nun's body was lying in Senior Sister's arms. At this moment, her face was slightly red. What was different from the divine tree was that white fog began to emerge from her seven apertures. At the same time, her body was trembling slightly and her face showed some pain.

The clothes of the leader, Old Nun, were wet and dark red. It was dyed red.

Zhang Xiaoloong smiled faintly