C643 Red Dust Nine Song

"Ling, how are you?"

Tang Haojun looked at the drop of blood that fell from Tang Bijun's hand. His facial expression changed slightly as he asked.

"It's just a superficial wound!"

Tang Bijun didn't care about it at all. His eyes never left Tang Bohu's figure. He still couldn't understand why Tang Bohu could break his Praj?ā Palm so easily.

In terms of strength