The bar was filled with gusts of chilling wind, the lights flickering intermittently.
Crow sat on a high stool, tilting its head to watch Xie Qilin.
In the dim light, Crow's eyes glowed with a scarlet light.
In the bright light, Crow's eyes returned to their usual deep black.
Between light and dark, is also between life and death.
Xie Qilin slowly retreated, his steps unusually heavy, as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart tightly.
How could he forget the Black Emperor?
Back then at the island ruins, the Black Emperor nearly shattered the Eight-foot Bride with just two moves and almost took his life!
Xie Qilin hurriedly opened the oil paper umbrella.
Ghost Qi surged violently!
The Eight-foot Bride slowly formed her figure in the Ghost Qi.
"Damn it!"
Witnessing this scene, Qin Ming cursed aloud.
This, this, this, what kind of monster is this!
"Eight... Eight-foot Bride..."
Zhang Qian clutched Qin Ming's lapel tightly, her delicate body trembling from fear.
