章 1208: Rescuing Rakshasa (1)

There was only one person imprisoned in the dark and cold dungeon. He was covered in blood and his hair was messy.

However, Wei Xu still recognized him at a glance.

Wei Xu even used his qinggong and flashed in front of Su Xuan.

It was already a shocking sight from afar. When he walked closer, Wei Xu's breathing stopped.

His clothes had long been torn to pieces by the whip, and his skin and flesh were lacerated. A cold iron chain passed through his shoulder bone, and there was a brand on his chest that had just been burned.

How painful was this!

How painful would it be for him!

Wei Xu clenched his fists tightly, and endless killing intent flashed across his eyes!

He forced himself to calm down.

The most important thing now was to leave the Assassin Alliance with Su Xuan.

He raised his hand and touched Su Xuan's forehead.

It was so hot!

"Xuan'er, Xuan'er, wake up."