C2894 He Had No Choice

Leng Yanmo bit his lips tightly, trying to hold back his violent cough, but to no avail.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

He was holding back his coughing. This kind of uncontrollable coughing sound was even more depressing.

The smell of blood in his mouth also became stronger and stronger. It was so strong that it made him feel nauseous.

"You better think clearly. There's not much time left for you