Divine Phoenix of He

"Dead Well, that's good! A few days ago you offended the son of Marquis Yinshan, so I kept you here and now I will send your corpse to him. It'll be a favor to the young master!",As they spoke, the blade tip grazed Mo Wu's forehead wound, which was still dripping blood, poised to slice down...,The sickening crack of bone echoed through the air, cutting short the man's pleas. Mo Wu lightly released her grip, allowing the corpse to slump like a puppet to the ground.。