C311 Why don't i help you think?

Why don't I help you think about it?

"Prince ?"

Xuanyuan Wuji's subordinates cried out once again, their expressions turning even more ashen as they looked at the injured Xuanyuan Wuji.

From time to time, there would be waves of sharp pain from his neck, and his breathing would also become sluggish because of the loops of fine silk twining tightly around his throat