C224 Homicide(2)

Ma Mingyun didn't know what was wrong, but he raised his hand in front of his eyes and stared at his palm. This was a pair of palms; even if it was a powerhouse of the fifth step, they were still made of flesh and blood. They would be injured, they would bleed, and they would die. This fist didn't have any special characteristics. Ma Mingyun closed his eyes, but the blood flow