C328 Why Dirty Your Hands?

The thick scent of blood seeped into the tip of her nose, and Qin Jingyuan's painful screams filled her ears. Ji Nansheng's face became paler and uglier, and her vision became blurred.

On the lone river surface, her weak body trembled. She almost could not hold the knife in her hand, but she still tried very hard to hold it tightly