C227 He Fell into a Deep Sleep

Duanmu Yancong's face was hidden in the darkness, and no one could see his expression. He continued to approach his prey step by step. The tip of the sword made an ear-piercing sound as it hit the floor. The blood on the sword dripped onto the floor one drop at a time. The sound of "Drip Drip Drip" could be clearly heard. The hunter could not help but swallow a mouthful of saliva