C1825 Mu Xin's Hate

Long Guhong was lying on the bed, with beads of perspiration the size of soybeans oozing out of her head once again. Her entire body was trembling, feeling even more miserable than before, as if there was some kind of energy tearing at this brat's energy.

Chu Xian stood there, her eyes somewhat tight.

"What's going on?" Hui Lang looked at Chu Xian and asked.

Chu Xian shook her head