C642 Goodbye Dream Hose

The strong smell of blood spread in the air.

Huo Ling subconsciously lowered his head. Blood was flowing out from his chest.

A white hand was holding a spear and pointing it at his chest.

Because the distance was too close, blood splashed onto the back of her hand.

In his eyes, a delicate woman like a silk flower shot at him.

The woman he loved the most shot at him