Blood.
Warm, fishy blood was sliding down Lin Feng's forehead, mixing with the cold rain, blurring his vision. He was leaning against a slippery cliff, with no land in front of him, and an abyss behind him. Under the abyss, there was the strong wind that lingered in the Black Wind Stream all year round and could tear apart the soul.
Reader comments
I feel pretty good after reading one chapter [laughs] In the deadlock at the beginning, the male protagonist was screwed [thinking]
I feel pretty good after reading one chapter [laughs] In the deadlock at the beginning, the male protagonist was screwed [thinking]