I held the tip of the sword in my left hand that was completely exposed by the weight of the person who stabbed me, and I already had no extra strength to remind Fu Cang.

I turned my head slowly, and the man who had stabbed me was wearing a wide black cloak, and I couldn't see what he looked like.

There was a pattern on the cloak, but I couldn't see it clearly by this time due to blood loss.

The last memory I had before I fainted was that the man looked up, and I dimly saw him wearing a bronze mask, and before I could see it clearly, my eyes were dark, and I didn't know anything.

"Li Jinyao! Dead or not, dead squeak, don't wave......

"God, we are destined! Volume 1: The Fog Chapter 80: The Curse from the Yellow Immortal 8 is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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