C795 Self-care

However, Mo Qingge could not hear a single word. Her lithe figure shuttled through the dozens of God's Envoys.

He raised his hand and the blade fell down, sealing the throat with blood!

"Ah …"

"Ah!

Miserable screams rang out one after another. More than a dozen of God's Envoys fell into a pool of blood without being able to fight back in front of a Demigod rank expert.

As for Nangong Yuming