C397 Blood Emperor

A cry of guilt came from the depths of Chen Qingyang's heart.

He had been drinking the blood of the living these days, and he had made his own great path. He looked incomparably tough, but in reality, he was also incomparably tough. However, this did not mean that he was completely numb to it.

While he was crying, he was living. So was his laughter. Being crazy was living