C912 Curse of Death

Xia Ruiyu didn't really care about those people who wanted to kill him all the time. As the saying goes, a big tree attracts the wind. Besides, those people he faced weren't ordinary people.

But now, Moh Zixiao was so red in the eyes. He still felt a little uncomfortable when he said it out loud. It was as if there was a spear constantly pressing against his head