"Chu Yifeng!"
"A-Feng!"
Chu Yihan and Rong Sheng's cries rang out simultaneously.
Chu Yihan rushed forward, failed to hurt Wu Dao, caught Chu Yifeng's body, pulled his arm over his shoulder for support.
"Sister..." Chu Yifeng's trembling hand pointed toward Rong Sheng.
Wu Dao held a box in his hand and quickly moved to her side again.
Rong Sheng coolly shook her head at them, "Don't come over, he can travel freely, this box... you can't hurt him, don't come!"
If someone must die, let it be her alone.
Don't drag Chu Yifeng into this.
"If you don't come, just watch her die," Wu Dao took a syringe from his sleeve, filled with black liquid that looked terrifying.
"Afraid of my own drug?" Rong Sheng's flawless face curved into a scornful smile.
"When you developed this painkiller, you should have thought of the consequences of an overdose," Wu Dao said with contempt in his eyes, facing his proud student.
