C72 Death of the bitter and angry Old Luo

"You …" I was suddenly at a loss for words. Everything stunned me.

"Yes, me." The Gauguin was currently wearing a strange set of clothes, it was impossible to tell where he was from, and only felt that it was strange.

The Old Luo struggled on the ground as fresh blood dyed the snow-covered hillside red. The temperature was extremely low and warm blood was flowing all over the snow