C331 Real Identity of the Banquet

A series of questions came out of his chest, and Han Zhijing even heard the sound of his blood freezing into ice. He stood there and saw the pale light from the ceiling. He made a bitter smile, "I really didn't think it would turn out like this." Han Zhijing had used almost all of his strength to say this. His face was buried in his hands and tears flowed from his cheeks