C369 Backstab

Inside the window, Cen Gong's face was as pale as a corpse. His ten fingers were like sharp claws, and the power condensed in the middle was wrapped around the cotton seed.

The seed could be seen duplicating with the naked eye, and it fell down.

There was already a pile of cotton seeds on the table, and they slowly rolled to his elbow.

Cen Gong seemed to have been possessed