"Aman, you really... Do not regret it?" Tang Men's voice trembled, his fingertips touched the red mark on his wrist, and then he retracted it as if he had been burned. This is the fifth time I have asked, and I have not stopped since yesterday. It seems that the five poisons will turn into the fog of Miao territory in the next moment and dissipate outside the carved window lattice.
Concept: Jian Wang 3 Tang Po