C224 The Magician's Target

The blood on Lan Shumo's waist was slowly flowing out, and his blue-green coat had already been dyed red. His face was pale, as if he was going to fall down at any moment.

"Let him go!" Gu Qingwang was really angry. He did not reveal his emotions, but he was about to go berserk. His hands were tightly clenched. If looks could kill, then this black-clothed man would have died millions of times