The Patriarch of the Demonic Way

Jiang Cheng's pupils shrank sharply, all the light in his eyes disappeared in an instant, and some warm fluid suddenly dripped from his eyes. Jiang Lianqing just dispersed in the air, and the blue powdery stardust disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if it had never existed. Jiang Cheng gasped slowly. His internal organs felt like they had been crushed, twisted, and then re-sewn back together. Even breathing was painful. The joints of one hand were so hard that they turned white, and the other staggered to push Wei Ying away. He felt dizzy and couldn't stand still for a moment. One hand grabbed the clothes on his chest, and his mouth was suddenly filled with blood, which made him suffocate. The rain in Jiangnan always comes as soon as it comes, and gentle raindrops sprinkle on the outline of Jiang Wanyin. Warm blood suddenly surged out of his ears, and his breath gradually became fainter, like a cocoon peeling off a cocoon. With tears in his eyes, he suddenly felt like a dream. - The stars in the sky are people's broken dreams. Jiang Cheng, I believe it, but... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.