C657 The beauty of the demoness

The red scorpions that were not dead retreated like the tide, leaving only the black scorpion covering the back of Mo Xiaoran's hand.

Mo Xiaoran's eyes instantly opened, his blood-red pupils revealed a strange cold light, without a single trace of emotion.

The vine that was barely able to struggle free just a moment ago, now cracked from her body with a light shake of her hand