C233 The Imperial Adviser Is Sick

The room was filled with the smell of blood, and the smell of musk wafted through the air, accompanied by the sound of flirtation, decay and decadent.

After an unknown amount of time, the young man finally closed his eyes amidst all sorts of torture.

However, at that moment, the eyes of the wild beast on his body flashed with a trace of clarity. His body stopped. Following that