Why haven’t the Confucian master come yet?

Is it very urgent?

Mo Qisha's muscles are now starting to hurt, and the golden elixir is getting dimmer.

No, if this continues, he will not be able to help taking drugs anymore.

"How many have you killed?"

Wei Long asked indifferently.

"Four thousand three!"

The person next to him reported a number again.

It seemed that in his eyes, the number was not a human life at all.

"No, I can really stick to it. I'll make up five thousand to activate the Blood Evil Formation for him!"

Wei Long said.

"yes!"

Mo Qi looked at the endless people in front of him, took a deep breath, and the rich breath of blood was sucked into his throat.
Chapter completed!