C499 A Trace of Coldness!
Blood spurted out like a fountain. In an instant, Lyu Shuangqiu's head turned into a red ball. If he didn't die, he would become a cripple.
"Throw him into the river."
Young Master Qi coldly swept a glance at Lyu Shuangqiu. Just like before, there was no hint of sympathy in his eyes.
"Young Wei, I'm afraid …"
Lin Miaomiao was scared half to death
