Chapter 1471: Asking for Help

, and immediately a drop of black blood, like ink, flew out from the center of his brow!Ning Zhi's hands clenched, and the drop of black, ink-like blood suddenly began to burn!A single drop of blood,...e to compete for the ten thousand-year medicinal herb, then I don't really know what to do!""Mr. Chen, rest assured, since you want that ten thousand year old herb, I won't lay a finger on it. If Mr....