C231 Huangfu Ying

Meng Xuan turned around and looked eastward. A person slowly walked over. His face was as pale as paper, but his lips were incomparably scarlet, as if he had drank a mouthful of blood. His pupils were even more terrifying. They were pitch-black and surging with demonic energy, as if they were two black holes.

Son of Hanba, Brahma Life!

"Meng Xuan." As Brahma walked over