The Seventh Miss, Di

A cold male voice echoed out, its tone as if frozen, carrying a chill and an air of killing intent.,This is an old wound, it was already healed, but the previous wound was too deep, even after healing the surface was very thin. After today's impact, it cracked again, oozing blood.,Soon, it stopped. Ye Liu Li let out a breath, carefully putting the man down, and started looking for the medicine box.。