C711 Chapter 711

“I don’t need it.” Moh Yao answered with a wicked, charming smile. “You should worry about yourself!”

A barrier rose, sealing the two of them inside a closed space.

Fire—laced with black smoke—surged in from every direction, blotting out the outside world.

In just a few breaths, the entire space turned dark, then blood-red.

Qianpo lifted a hand to his forehead and chuckled softly