The knife, accompanied by a small stone, fell to the ground.

Q looked down at the wound on his wrist and eye. His eyes flashed with joy and excitement. He suddenly raised his eyes. The man at the front door was carrying the light, and the dim light deepened his outline.

Frosty facial lines, deep eyes without a trace of human feelings, beautiful as a god, but indifferent as a god of death. A man full of contradictions like

! uuuuuuuuuuuu

It's him, he's here!

Q couldn't help laughing.

"Lao Ho, you're here at last. Kill that woman quickly. She beats Mommy."

Those who are teeth and claws are indifferent...