Just as Qiao Jing was about to yield and ram into the man's vital point, the man's low and husky voice suddenly rang in her ear. 。",Hearing this, Qiao Jing understood. It turned out those people were hunting him. 。The air was filled with the scent of blood. A man, heavily wounded, stumbled under a heavy burden. His wounds bled profusely, his sweat and tears mixing and dripping onto Qiao Jing's... 。,If things continue like this, men are very likely to die from excessive loss. We can't afford to delay any longer.。