Sunset Three Laughs did not speak.
He looked at the woman in his arms who was left with barely a thread of life, his facial expression terrifyingly gloomy!
At this moment, Wuhua's fingers were crushed, two of them broken, blood dripping down.
Wuhua's breath was also extremely weak, on the verge of fainting at any moment.
Who is Sunset Three Laughs?
He could immediately think of what had just happened, and he could even figure out why that bit of medicine power was present in Wuhua's heart meridian.
"Who did it?"
The three ice-cold words seemed to drift out of the Grim Reaper's mouth.
The already chilling inn turned even colder in an instant, as if the air itself had frozen.
Silence, a death-like silence.
Everyone could feel the murderous aura emanating from Sunset Three Laughs' words, and everyone knew that it likely boded ill.
Especially the Emperor Cultivator who had just grabbed Wuhua, his sweat bursting out, as if he had been drenched, streaming down.
