C564 Busy
"Is Hongmeng about to die?" Looking at the source of the voice, the young man's face turned pale. With fear, he hid behind Qing Xiao's tall back. He was a thirteen or fourteen year old young man. His eyes were as clear as a pool of water. It was so deep that one could see the bottom of it. Just by looking at it, one would feel incomparably comfortable.
"I. . . I. .