C425 Descending of the God of Heaven

Jian Ruoyu opened her eyes wide. "You, you …"

Yi Qinyou smiled: "Without my blood as the antidote, his life is worse than death."

Her charming face instantly became as white as snow. "Why? "Why you?"

"Hahahaha..." "My dear girl, you should have asked this question a long time ago." As he laughed, it was as if there was something hidden within his complacency