"Don't be afraid, this kid is also injured, are so many of us still afraid of him?" An old man with dyed yellow hair was afraid of some monks who kept retreating.

Hearing this, everyone looked up, only to see that in front of Lu Hao, drops of unknown liquid slipped down, dripping on the dead leaves and making a slight sound.

The crowd had been killed, and there was silence on the battlefield, except for the sound of breathing, the sound of leaves.

"But why is it that the dripping is white, and shouldn't human blood be red?" There was a young monk who was a little puzzled.

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