As the prophet closed his eyes, inside the tent, Jian Ze and Zhao Huanhuang looked nervously.

A pool of cold, sticky wet stains slowly overflowed from outside the tent like water, contaminating the carpet and spreading inside, Zhao Huanhuang's eyes widened, and he ran to the prophet, ready to grab it with one hand.

"Don't catch her!"

The sword let out a low voice, a pair of beautiful eyes trembling, full of sadness, and slightly raised his white jaw to look at the prophet at this moment.

The dark spots on the Prophet's body seemed to come to life, staring at them like roaring human faces.

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