17-4 At the door, the 'hand' with Qin Heng's fingers intertwined slowly grabbed the gap of the door lock.
The moment the fly in song Qing's pocket flapped its wings, the 'hand' that was pushing the door suddenly froze, as if it was frozen for a moment. Then,'she' slowly released the 'hand' that was holding Qin Heng.
In the thick fog, number three couldn't help but cry out in pain when he was bitten.
"Aiyo!"
The place where he was stabbed felt an unbearable pain, followed by a bone-chilling cold. Number three couldn't care about the sneak attack and hurriedly pulled his hand out. His palm that was stabbed felt a little numb.
With lingering fear, she kept shaking her hand, afraid that the thing in song Qing's pocket was poisonous.
"You, what are you hiding?"
Song qingxiao smiled faintly. Number three was too unlucky.
"I already told you not to move."
