C928 Idiot

Chen Mo was roasting a wolf leg bare-chested.

There were many bloody wounds on his back that looked like they had been clawed by the "Nine Yin White Bone Claw" dozens of times.

"Lin Hsingna, didn't I tell you to cut your fingernails short? "You're still scratching my back like this?" Chen Mo felt a burning sensation on his back. Although it was only a superficial wound