C232 The Devil in the Mirror

Putong.

Accompanied by this heartbeat, an ear-piercing voice that was as dry as a corpse resounded from Zhou Heng's chest.

That was not the female voice of the Heavenly Master System, but was another voice that Zhou Heng had never heard before.

They had never heard of it, but they were extremely familiar with it. He was like the reflection of himself in a mirror that could never be touched