Xiao Cong fell on the ground. There was blood on his forehead. Before he could say a word, he lost his breath. His eyes were wide open. Maybe he didn't believe he would fall like this before he died.

Lu Rufeng was lying on the ground, his consciousness began to blur gradually. He heard the police rushing in and Guan Shaoqing and Lu Guohao shouting his name anxiously beside him.

"like the wind, like the wind How are you? "

"say something like the wind, like the wind..."

Lu Rufeng can hear these sounds, but his body can't make any response. His face is numb and his thin lips are...