Looking weakly at the boundlessly hateful face across from her, even though her throat was being tightly gripped by the opponent making it difficult to breathe, Dongfang Linglong simply hoped that Lv Zhong could escape and survive.
She had been shot and had gone without medical attention for more than an hour. Now Ming Xue was toying with her. Dongfang Linglong didn't think she stood a chance of survival.
She could face death with calmness. However, thinking that Lv Zhong might be being tormented by those people, Dongfang Linglong was genuinely worried.
"I hope Lv Zhong can escape this crisis. I owe you too much in this life and may only be able to repay it in the next..."
Feeling an increase in Ming Xue's grip strength and the glittering blade of the knife in her other hand nearing her face, Dongfang Linglong quietly prayed, then calmed down, closed her eyes and waited for her bitter fate.
