C190 Juvenile White Hair

Duan Zicong had a hunch that what Gu Wangshu had said was not what he wanted to hear.

A strong sense of unease arose within his heart.

Gu Wangshu's pale face revealed a strange smile, and the expression in his eyes when he looked at Duan Zicong became even stranger: "When I was in Tianzong Sect, one night … You seem to have been poisoned. "

Duan Zicong frowned