At this moment, PEI Ling suddenly stopped eating.
I can't eat anymore.
Otherwise, once the boatman died, everything would start over again!
At the thought of this, PEI Ling directly threw the boatman's head, which only had flesh left, to one side. The aura around his body surged. It was cold, evil, depraved, chaotic ... The blood Qi rolled as if it had substance. There were dense blood threads swimming within it. Countless blood-red vertical pupils fought to open and looked at the surroundings with a dense gaze.
The muddy yellow water rippled, and the reflection of the small boat in the water was the same as before. Ji Shuang 'er, mo Zhao, and calamity were the same as usual, but PEI Ling's figure was already blurry. He was like a ball of pure blood Fiend, and his eyes were cold and burning like a demon. He was wearing a wide-brimmed bamboo hat and a straw raincoat. He was dressed like a boatman.
He closed his eyes and felt the new laws in his body ...