Luo Qiaoqiao did not throw the knife in the end.

Her strength was so close that when she finished shouting, she collapsed weakly on the ground, leaned back against the wooden table and threw the dagger at me weakly. Although quite accurate, but lack of strength, nailed to the floor next to me.

I haven't slowed down yet, trying to turn over, gasping for breath, and no matter how nasal blood flows into my mouth.

Life is still there, but it's all lost.

Luo Qiaoqiao suddenly uttered a strange cry. She staggered up and came to me shaking. She crouched beside me and said with a smile, "Jiangcheng, you are...