C185 Polyophthalmia Cordis

"No, you don't." Lin Zhaohe pointed at himself and said, "When the Xie Clan went to prison, it wasn't that I couldn't help them, it wasn't that I couldn't. It was just that I didn't want to help them, and I wanted them to burp …"

"A high and mighty member of the Xie Clan, have a taste of despair." As Lin Zhaohe finished speaking, he suddenly threw himself onto the table