"During my last mission, I was unexpectedly transported to this era.",Miokong forced out a drop of essence blood, which transformed into a handful of five-colored silk crimson. On the brilliant silk crimson, various vicious curses were entwined.,He endured the pain, knowing he couldn't eat yet. After examining the original owner's incomplete spirit within his sea of consciousness, Qian Chen frowned secretly. Aside from common sense, all other memories were damaged.。