Chapter 133 Cicery’s Final Harvest

As she spoke, the hairpin dug in a little deeper.

Josh's face turned pale, his legs trembled, and a telltale stream trickled down his legs into the pool, mixing with the metallic scent of blood and the sulfur of the hot springs. Despite the odors vying for dominance, Cicery, with her keen senses, d...

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