C348 Separation of Life and Death

Qiao Mo Ran tried to let go. Finally, he slowly let go. The glass was deeply embedded in his hand and his fingers were cut off. There were wounds everywhere, some dried up, some dried up.

Behind him, Gu Yisheng looked at them. The clamor of desire in his eyes made him lower his head. Moreover, the trust Mo Mo had for Cao Zhiming made him feel an uncontrollable bitterness