The Power of Blood

A blood god consumes life to explore the avenue, and finally becomes cheaper on Tuesday. The world of a monk is like dripping water from a frying pan, boiling endlessly. There is no one who has come before or after. He has cultivated the power of blood. Can he survive in this world full of aliens, Princess of the South? No, I am just a passerby, the Demon King of the North, not just a drinker. You are practicing while I am playing. My name is Tuesday but you can only call me King Zhou. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.