C1582 He Is Missing a Specimen 14

Just as Zhou Jing was about to dig out Kong Xianlin's heart, Jiang Yong made his move. A string of incantations grabbed Zhou Ye's arm, and the wound on his arm suddenly disappeared into thin air.

"You!" Zhou Mo turned around, his eyes showing the same kind of fear that Zhong Jin had when she looked at him, "A yin yang master who can't be distinguished by black and white."

Jiang Yong paused