C867 Third concubine

Her tone was so casual, as if what she said was only an ordinary matter. When Qin Zhen heard it, he felt as if he had been smashed in the head by a sledgehammer.

'You humans'? So, what was she?

Qin Zhen had killed countless people in his past twenty-seven years of life, and even he himself could not remember how much blood was stained on his hands