C387 Slaughterhouse

He breathed in the air weakly. Zhao Xuanran seemed to be breathing out more air than he was breathing in.

Qi Muyuan's eyes darkened. He strode to Zhao Xuanran, pinched his chin and fed some food to him. After doing all of this, Qi Muyuan looked at Zhao Xuanran coldly. However, he was not as anxious as Zhao Xuanran had imagined.

"Heh, do you think I care?"

After he finished saying those words