Zoe Zheng's Tale of Courage and Hope Chapter 92

Charles Cui’s hands are long and powerful, with jade bones and abundant muscles. Whether he holds a sword or plays the piano, the sword and the piano have become the foil for these hands.

And such a pair of hands that have been meticulously traced by the creator has already turned black and withered from between the fingers, and even has a tendency to spread upward. The Albert were so distressed, but the owner of the hand didn’t care much.

Charles Cui gently tapped his finger bones all the way without saying a word. With each tap, the finger was black by an inch, less than half a half, and only bones, no skin, no flesh, and no blood were seen in both hands...

The flesh and blood, together with the soap boots under his feet, turned into fly ash.

Even the feet that touched the rock wall began to dry up. Although the Sanwei True Fire ranks eighth on the Monastic World’s Odd Fire List, this rock wall has been roasted by the Sanwei True Fire all the year round, and it has long been there. Part of the characteristics.