Chapter 811: Conspiracy

drink their blood.And those refugees, each and every one of them was filled with rage. Their eyes blazed with intense hatred as they stared fixedly at Jiang Zhou.Had it not been for the thousand Imp...at Zhou Ping'an. The snow fell heavily; a thin layer of white had already accumulated on him. It was obvious that Zhou Ping'an, who was frail, was now very cold, his body trembling slightly."The three...