Yan mingxiu felt as if he had been twisted and broken. The hand on his neck was like a pair of iron pincers. He tried to pull, but he did not move.
Yan mingxiu felt as if he was about to melt into the darkness of death, as if his head and body had been separated.
However, at this moment, he did not feel much fear or regret.
Yan mingxiu found it laughable too. Yan qingsi was not dead yet, shouldn't he be feeling very regretful?
There was no longer any air in his lungs. He thought that his current appearance must be very ugly. His mouth was open, his tongue was out, and his eyes were bloodshot and bulging. He couldn't be uglier.
It was actually good to die Here, after all ... This was his home.
All of a sudden, the hand on her neck loosened.
