C737 Madness in Desperation!

Despairing madness!

"Ye." Duanmu Qingxue saw Ye Qingfeng's face in the mirror. His face was as pale as a sheet of paper, and there was no blood on his face. His entire body was supported by the Broken Sword, and sweat kept dripping down from his chin.

She could understand how terrifying the consumption was!

"Did you win!?" Jee Qingxuan sucked in a breath of cold air