Li Tian's pale face turned red from coughing.
He opened his eyes and looked at the three people surrounding him. The moment he closed his eyes, he was about to fall down.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Fatty saw that he was about to faint again. In such a serious situation, if he fainted again, he would probably not be able to get up. He gritted his teeth and said,""Hold on!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the large palm-leaf fan slapped down, and the crisp sound of a slap echoed in the cell.
"Pa! Pa! Pa!"
Li Tian's head tilted to one side, and his eyes were filled with confusion and doubt. The clear voice kept echoing in his ears, like a Bell that was ringing, echoing louder and louder.
Who am I? where am I? what am I doing ...
Young master Luo Xue and Feng Qiao both stared at fatty with wide eyes. Fatty felt guilty and took two steps back. "I'm just afraid that something will happen to him ..."
