While in mid-flight, Qin Du's body suddenly trembled. At the same time, a faint wisp of black smoke emerged from him.
Qin Wei, flying behind him, quickly asked, "Brother, are you all right?"
Qin Du let out a sudden, muffled grunt as a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. His eyes flashed with a sharp glint, yet his flight speed didn't slow in the slightest. He said coldly, "I'm fine. That bitch! I should have killed her first!"
Just then, Qin Wei also felt a sudden churning within him. His insides felt as if they'd been set on fire, like a gout of flame was about to erupt from his throat. He roared, "This is unbearable!"
The high-speed flight forced a rush of air into Qin Wei's throat, which surprisingly made him feel a bit better.
"Second Brother, shut your mouth!" Qin Du roared. "If you don't want to die!"
