C387 Between a Single Thought

As Yin Miaomiao's sobbing continued, I could feel the strength in my body draining away. Then, I heard the old man's cold snort.

In the next second, I pulled out the wooden sword and shot out a mouthful of blood.

My body slowly fell to the ground. At this time, I felt that it was difficult to breathe. Yin Miaomiao wanted to help me up, but I told her not to move