C509 509 Ring of Falling Deaths

She couldn't walk fast enough.

The wound on his back didn't hurt anymore, but his body was still weak. She was also wearing a pair of loose slippers. Even if she jogged with all her strength, the speed she could reach would only be the same as when she was walking.

"Miss Qiao?" His subordinates were still following him from the side.

"Never mind!" Qiao Mu raised her hand to reject him