C27 Real daughter
Mu Wenyun drew back. Just now, she felt her face turn cold, and then she reached out her hand to wipe her cheek. There was a trace of blood on it, and a new cut appeared on her face.
Fortunately, she was wearing a human skin mask, otherwise this wouldn't be a small wound.
Her gaze darkened. This time, she was truly angered.
Mu Wan looked at the steel needles and stones on the ground