Wuming glanced at Chunyu Mingyue, a member of the Xueyuan tribe?

Chunyu Mingyue nodded.

There are not a hundred or eighty people in the Xueyuan tribe who died under my hands, and you are not bad.

Chunyu Mingyue formed lotus flowers with her hands, and muttered something in her mouth, chanting a mantra that she couldn't understand. She saw her eyes red and red, her face was as frost, and a ball of flame rose from her palm.

Wuming said in shock, are you...?

Chunyu Mingyue nodded, and a cold voice came out. If you don’t leave, you don’t have to leave.

Wuming said a few good things, and staggered and disappeared from sight.

Chunyu Mingyue returned to calm down and looked at me and said, Brother Qin, don’t tell Brother Liu about this.

(Communication group: 296474023, official account: Three views are still there.)

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!