C97 Molting

Inside Lu Shaoheng's bedroom, the expression of Baili Xuanxue, who was tied to the bed, was twisted in pain. The warm stove and the fragrant incense interacted, emitting an ambiguous aura. Kui Xue's face was in the process of shedding layer by layer, all the scars on her face were rapidly drying up due to the medicine, just like a shedding snake.

A chill came over