Chapter 1868 Why Is Your Expression Like That?
- The next morning, as the golden sunlight slowly rose from the east, the Golden Winged Mosquito, a creature that liked to come out at night, slowly retreated.
- Seeing this terrifying creature finally leave, Tiro let out a long sigh of relief.
- Tiro's face was pale. Operating body protection reiki without rest and sleeping all night was very exhausting for him. It caused a reduction of about half of his current cultivation.