Divine Phoenix of He

The man spoke, then picked up a knife and pointed it at Mo Wu's dirty face, saying softly:,Mo Wu's voice had improved somewhat, no longer as hoarse as before, even carrying a light and gentle warmth. But the man was already terrified, tears and snot streaming down his face, and at the same time, a foul smell wafted up from below.,His pupils began to contract rapidly. The next second, a memory buried deep in his mind exploded in his consciousness like fireworks.。