C125 Painful Torture

The deeper the cold night, the lonelier it became. It was not like the lonely and gloomy night sky of Hsinghsing.

Xu Hsinghsing's consciousness gradually passed out, but everyone in the room had a serious expression. Flower Bud looked at Mo Ya and said: "Should we start to solve the problem like this or go straight to sleep?"

The meaning in his words was self-evident