C72 I will Die

No matter how hard Qiao Chedong tried, he couldn't swallow the wound in his throat. The pain made him instinctively spit out the piece of meat.

Bai Jiaming's eyes turned cold. In the next second, he raised his hand. It was a slap. "Didn't you say you wanted to eat? Are you kidding me?"

Bai Jiaming picked up the piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth again. This time