C791 Darkhell Sick Young Master 32

High fever does not leave...

"Father, Mother …" The child opened his eyes and looked around powerlessly. Other than the cold wind blowing into the room, there was no one else.

Mo Zhu propped up his body and walked out. It was desolate and barren. There was not a single bit of green, only yellow sand. The wind blew against his face, causing him to feel an excruciating pain