Of course, the real horror is not that Wang Di has moved a foot inexplicably, but that he is holding a weapon and the black sickle is cutting his neck.Of course, the real horror is not that Wang Di has moved a foot inexplicably, but that he is holding a weapon and the black sickle is cutting his neck.
Su Li still didn’t see that Wang Di was attacking, just like suddenly he fell on his neck with a certain blow, and a sickle had been cut to cover