C3471 Qiong Sin

"Just because we are poor, you want to cut our heads off?"

Ye Feng clenched his fists. At this moment, his body was also thin and weak, and he looked like he would fall if the wind blew.

He felt powerless, and a sense of dejection suddenly rose in his heart.

"What's wrong with me? Why am I so weak? I... I shouldn't be like this..."

A trace of confusion appeared in Ye Feng's eyes