C260

Broken limbs littered the ground, while the flowing water under the bridge had already been dyed a deep red.

True blood flows like rivers.

Ito leaned weakly against the pillar. The wound on his abdomen was bandaged, but it was clear that it was not light. Blood had already soaked through the dressing.

Zhao Zhiqiu had also quietened down. He held his knees and sat aside