C199 The Terror of the Evil Soul

The little fox's body had already gradually turned cold. The blood stains and dust on its body were getting dirtier and dirtier. Its claws tightly held onto something as Mo rubbed against its body and cried, "Fox fox, fox, wake up. Don't die. "

The Yuv Mo struggled to raise its eyelids. When it saw the Zhi Mo, the corner of its mouth was barely able to form a smile