C197 Night Prince's Blood Supply Little Jiao Received(17)

Mu Zixuan bit his lower lip until he tasted the bitter salty smell. He then stopped moving and glanced at the Blood Clan in front of him.

Jinran stood there. He was tall and slender. His skin was fair, but his handsome face was cold like an unsheathed sword. His lips were as red as blood, and his eyes were also red. His long silver hair was draped over his shoulders. Occasionally