Then a piece of his sleeve was cut off and blown into the air. In a blink of an eye, the wind was broken into fine pieces.

Chu Zheng: "..."

My God!

There is a ghost!

I'm so scared!

Chu Zheng took her hand back, and because of her movements, a blood mark was cut on her arm.

The smell of blood spreads in the air.

"Don't move!"

Someone shouted behind him, but it was too late, and screams rang one after another.

The crowd fell into the wind and turned into a bloody man in a flash.

These gentle winds hide murderous intent.

Chu Zheng stood there, as long as it didn't move, the wind blowing on her body would be gentle and comfortable.
Chapter completed!