C989 She's the One Who Needs Pain

Na Yufann is dead, too. Of course, he wasn't killed by that poem. Na Ci's deadly spear was the key.

He stared at Na Ci's poem in front of him with his eyes wide open. He probably didn't want to die in the hands of these two women.

That poem was still kicking as if it had gone mad. It kept kicking and cursing as it cried.

Na Ci was indifferent