"Brothers, lick all of his blood for me!" The blue-haired guy refused to let go of Zhou Lin. His blade flew over again. Zhou Lin turned his head, guarded his eyes and face, and rushed to the other side, but his body was scratched many times.
Only then did the blue-haired guy know that the shed was going to fall down, so he no longer waited to withdraw his blade. It was too late to rush out of the shed.
The roof that was still on fire suddenly stepped down, and the blue-haired guy was covered by the burning canvas. He panicked to pull away the canvas and no longer cared about his hair.
However, the moment he pulled away the sailcloth and escaped, he saw Zhou Lin, who was covered in wounds, put one hand on his neck. He tried his best to resist, but Zhou Lin's hand immediately became hot,
