C52 Real Daughter (1)

Mu Wanjun retreated. Just now, she felt a chill on her face, and then, she wiped her cheeks with her hand. There was a trace of blood, and an additional wound on her face.

Fortunately, she was wearing a human skin mask, otherwise this wouldn't be a small wound.

Her gaze darkened. This time, she was truly angered.

Mu Wanjun looked at the steel needles and stones on the ground