C82 Curtainfall

Tan Ziqiao had also collapsed to the ground from exhaustion. This time, he had been infuriated and did not have any strength left in his body. He could not even move if he wanted to.

Looking over again, Zheng Zheyue's breathing was already very weak, his pale white face foreshadowed his current condition.

Tan Zigui struggled to crawl over, looked at Zheng Zheyue's wound