Ye a Hunting Demon

The knife flashed, a skull flew high, and the blood in the chest sprayed on his face. Let the demon hunter look like a young, delicate face, and become very embarrassing. Glanced at the dead body on the ground, Ye Qi casually pulled a piece of tablecloth next to him, rubbed his face and the short knife in his hand, and bent over to examine the head on the ground.