Chapter 1181: A Summer Insect's Words About Ice

. Blood trickled down the blade, converging at the tip into a single drop of thick blood before falling to the ground.Meanwhile, Wang Tenghuan's head, full of resentment, rolled onto the ground.Perhap...h a good, pressing and asking: "If so, then no matter what your father does, you will oppose it, and you will be against me, but why, your protection is only limited to the prince"This sentence left Z...