C172 Who remembers

Li Xiaoyan was still shouting something, but all I could hear was the sound of bubbling and the sound of the ghosts tearing Liu Kunsheng's body apart, as well as the ghosts muttering from afar.

The white snake moved with the yellow spring, and a pair of familiar eyes appeared beside me.

Liu Kunsheng's eyes were still cold, as though he wanted to smile at me, but he couldn't