In such a terrifying underground chamber, she lay there, even drenched in blood, she uniquely possessed a sense of shattered beauty, as if in a dream...
Zhuang Ziliu's breath paused, and he walked over, looking at the face that had its eyes closed and lips tightly pressed, enduring all the pain at the eyebrows..
His hand lifted, slowly placing it down...
Ah!
He suddenly drew back in pain, covering his palm, his tongue biting into his lip drawing blood, the blood-colored lines on the back of his hand flickering in and out of visibility, as if burning.
It was her, that person warning him!
Do not touch her!
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After a moment, the intense pain in Zhuang Ziliu's hand eased, he gripped the cold edge of the table, straightened up, his forehead already covered in cold sweat, the sweat dripped down his cheek, dropping at the same frequency as the blood dripping from the person in front of him along the edge of the table...
Drip-drop.
