Qiao Chu opened his mouth and looked at Fei Yan's bloody face. His throat seemed to have swallowed knife blades and it hurt so much that he could not utter a single word.
"Answer me !!!" Anxiety was swelling a little in Fei Yan's chest. He growled with great strength, tearing his sticky lip completely. A large swath of blood spurted from his mouth. His body was shaking and he was almost falling. Qiao Chu, who was scared, immediately stepped forward. But in the end, Fei Yan supported his own body and lowered his head.
"Tell me, where is she? Please ..."
Depressed voice, choked with pleading.
When Qiao Chu heard it, it was like a knife, stabbing fiercely into his heart .
"I ... I don't know ... I really ... I don't know ..." Qiao Chu held on to Hua Yao behind him with one hand, biting his roots, lowering his head. His hand hanging to one side had exposed a bone in the air, a trace of blood, dripping down his feet and along his arms.
