C1287 Leech

As the saying goes, he gritted his teeth with hatred whenever he thought of the person in the Palace, so he couldn't help but clench his fist and viciously punch the tea table. But who knew that when he clenched his fist, he was able to crush the scalded wound, causing him to grit his teeth in pain six times.

He opened his palm, and a layer of transparent liquid emerged from the wound