C2137 Dugu's Back and Lonely Soul

Drip! Drip!

The alarm clock was still ringing. Yang Ping was too familiar with this sound. He had come in contact with the sound of self-made bombs and the call of death before. He knew that once this thing detonated the entire villa, it would cease to exist.

Zhu Xi laid in the bathtub and stared blankly at Yang Ping