C266 A Weak Chicken Is Not a Weak Chicken at All

Lou Zhiwei's consciousness sank into the river of memories.

It was as if bone-piercing water was slowly flowing up her feet, leg bones, and knees, all the way until her entire body turned ice-cold.

"Cat?"

Seven Kills didn't hear her reply for a long time. He lowered his head to look.

She bit her lower lip, and a scarlet liquid slid down the corner of her mouth.

"Dammit