C184 Tianma Should Have No Request

Ying Wuqiu chewed on Chao Hao. Blood kept flowing out from the corner of his mouth, sending chills down everyone's spine.

"Keke... Delicious... I can feel that my cultivation base is only a step away from the Saint realm."

Ying Wuqiu stuck out his long tongue and licked the blood at the corner of his mouth. He looked at Meng Haoran with a pair of extremely demonic eyes