C611 Wine Spring

Qin Murong laughed.

The laughter spread far and wide, startling half of the forest.

In the next moment, the roar of a wild beast could be heard, as if it was a response or a reply.

This made Qin Murong even happier.

The air was poisonous, so what?

Any poison that came into contact with his sea of consciousness and soul would instantly disappear.

Poison was a type of "force