chapter 311 Haotianchenye

Here, Frank Yale staggered towards the inn he had rented. In front of him, a figure in blood-stained clothes appeared in his eyes. It was a young man with blood-red hair and extremely long nails. Most importantly, his smile gave people a creepy feeling. If you look closely, isn't that his blood pupil? From a distance, Frank Yale eyes narrowed slightly. In this alchemy competition, he was most curious about the blood pupils. They gave him a vague sense of familiarity. As for where he had seen...