Chapter 1562
- “What’s going on, my body...?” sweat started to appear on the Cold Moon King’s forehead, and she felt a numbing sensation wash over her body.
- “Bastard!” she roared. She managed to suppress the Soft Poisonous God Odor, but she spent quite a bit of energy to do so. In just the time it took the make tea, her breathing rate had increased.
- “Cold Moon King!” the middle-aged long-bearded man below was full of worry.