C332 Mute

Quan Xi'an felt itchy in his throat. Air was quickly flowing out from his lungs, thin to the point that he was on the verge of suffocating.

Gu Mingyan looked at his flushed face and his handsome face, which was like a carved knife and axe, was full of gloominess.

There was no trace of kindness in his eyes, only a cruel killing intent