C57 Despair

He hated Qin Lang, but he was also afraid of him from the depths of his heart. How much regret he felt right now, but how could there be any medicine for regret in this world?

Blood dyed his clothes red and soaked the ground. After a while, the old man grasped his throat and fell to the side. He stopped struggling and remained motionless. It was clear that he had died from excessive blood loss