C91 The Ascension to the Throne of the Demon King

Holding back his tears, Qing Luo tremblingly crawled out of the pit. It didn't hurt, it didn't hurt. Although it didn't hurt, this carefully prepared trap had taken its revenge on him. Wuwuwu, my life's wisdom has been destroyed.

"Yo, you're back." The white shadow looked at him with a smile. He held a talisman in his hand and sighed. "It's just a small piece of paper, but it's so powerful