"Shout." The bandage man came with a very fast swing. Before his fists arrived, a strong wind had blown on Xi Qian's pale face, and a few emotions were dancing with him. Looking at her fists, she felt the threat of death again. But can you be so lucky this time?

Xi Qian takes a look at Gao Feng, surrounded by three people, and smiles bitterly. It seems that the old man doesn't want her to live through tonight. White hands, clenched into a fist, light halo looms. But it's a lot dimmer than the light on a man's arm with a bandage.

"die." The bandage man snorted with a...