The wet and cold ground made Yue tingfeng shiver. The moment the gunshot rang out, he felt like he was about to stop breathing. His speed ... How could he be faster than mill's bullet?
If something happened to qingsi, what would he do?
The moment Yue tingfeng landed on top of mi er, he felt his face heat up as if something had been sprayed on it.
After he fell to the ground, Yue tingfeng's hand felt an even hotter liquid. He looked down and saw blood spurting out of mill's chest near his heart. The blood was boiling hot, but it cooled down quickly after it flowed out.
Yue tingfeng immediately looked up and saw Yan qingsi standing straight, her head lowered to look at her hands. There were no wounds on her body, she was fine.
Yue tingfeng felt like he was in shock. His heart started beating again and he regained his vitality.
He rolled down from mill's body and lay on the ground. He didn't care about the wet ground and let out a long breath.
