C69 Take the World as Your Betrothal Marry a General

The tip of his nose was filled with the strong smell of blood, but Jing Sheng didn't dare to push the person that was hugging him away for some reason.

Due to his height, he only felt that everything in front of him was blood-red. A powerful palm was locked at his waist, as if it was going to break his waist. The remaining one fell powerlessly beside Nanmen Yu.

Jing Sheng's lips slightly opened