Bufan had once sat in front of the thatched hut, Lu Ye was sitting weakly, his lower body covered with a thick animal skin blanket, coughing occasionally.< < A little fairy doctor is by his side, che...A moment later, the ghost cultivator knelt on one knee before Lu Ye, his expression respectful. Having refined the blood essence, the ghost cultivator naturally felt a sense of awe towards Lu Ye.cannot be delayed any longer.Under the listening, Lu Ye got a general understanding of the plan for this action.Now that the Nine Regions have enough reserves of specially processed insect blood, alth...
Chapter 1793: Setting the Trap