C140 Peep

Murray looked dejected. The blood had frozen on his head, his blue eyes were glazed, and his mouth was stuffed with something white.

Mi Qiao stood on the resting platform, not daring to go down any further. She sat on top of it, hugging a European stair pillar tightly.

Last night, she sneaked in from the ground and saw that Xing Mowei had fainted.

In desperation