At this moment, Lu Qin’s entire face had been scalded until it was almost twisted into a demon’s face. Even his face had also become red and swollen. He held a fruit knife in his hand, just like in his previous life.
Yan Huan had completely forgotten at this moment. Actually, when she was 30 years old, she already had a certain level of skill. Right now, she was too tight and too scared, so she had forgotten everything.
She grabbed something from her table and threw it at Lu Qin no matter what.
At this moment, Lu Qin pulled a long face as he gripped the knife in his hand tightly. The hatred in his eyes was almost filled with all kinds of thick cells. Once it was broken, it would become poisonous, and once it was broken, it would also become infectious.
