His entire face was buried under the dense leaves and flowers of plants, the life in his eyes slowly fading into dimness.
The tough and strong skin exuding the color of iron was also inch by inch turning wooden, clearly about to perish.
Guan Yue and Zhou Qingrang's eyes were filled with deep terror, and then they realized what had happened, their eyes nearly splitting.
Especially Zhou Qingrang, whose face was twisted, nostrils flaring, extreme anger burning fiercely in his eyes:
"You bitch! How dare you... I will make sure you can't live nor die!"
Ting Yan stared dumbly at the blood covering her hands, as if she had gone stupid.
She... actually killed him!
Zhou Qingrang, however, didn't care whether she was dumbfounded or not, his face cold and sinister as he raised a sword finger with a sweeping motion.
