Chapter 1793: Setting the Trap

mming of war. Her head was buried in his embrace, as if only there could she find a sliver of security.The guilt in Lu Ye's heart erupted like a landslide and tsunami. He gently patted Hua Ci's shoul...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. that Wan Zhang knew she was here, which is why he deliberately put on such a ferocious and lustful appearance to provoke her murderous intentions.For many years, she has infiltrated here many times a...