C254 This Was the Real Him

Pull the needle up. The tip of the needle emitted a cold light under the warm yellow sunlight, which was completely different from the temperature brought by the sunlight.

Qin Zhong's expression sank, and he used his upper arm to move his wrist. He slid down from the sky. He stopped at Lei Ninglie's chest, which was lying flat on the bed. He wanted to clear his lungs and liver fire