C336 Naughtily Uncle Fox

Jiang Ren's face was a little pale, as if he was in a very bad condition. One of his hands was hanging in front of him, wrapped in a white cloth. His entire arm was tightly covered, but even so, Qing Wu could still sense some familiar Qi from it.

She remembered that at the foot of the Ruo Fu Mountain, the monk seemed to have injured Jiang Ren's hand. At that time