Gong Qiming's entire body was rigid, his hands raised above his head.
The whole person formed a large X-shape, resisting the petals beneath him that were about to close after blooming to the extreme.
He had a premonition that once the petals fully closed, he would be swallowed into an unknown place.
Probably, his life would end here.
He knew Yan Sinian was a bastard, providing incomplete information.
Of course, it's impossible to anticipate that Yu Mengyu had such heaven-defying drugs, no matter who came.
But Gong Qiming just wanted to blame Yan Sinian.
It's definitely not because of his own carelessness and hubris.
It's all because of that dog Yan Sinian!
Yu Mengyu squatted in front of Gong Qiming, looking at the man holding the petals open, her face full of malice.
"Aren't you fond of talking? Then I'll specially leave your head and your mouth so I can slice your flesh bit by bit with my knife. I hope your screams won't disappoint me."
