C180 Wu Jiucheng Is Really Dead

"Who else but you would do such a thing? My uncle and you are sworn brothers, yet you dare to do it. He has followed you for more than ten years, yet you can actually do it to him. Wu Jiucheng, you still want to deny it." The knife was stabbed into Wu Jiucheng's hand and was nailed to the sofa. Blood flowed out of the wound like a flood.

"Does it hurt?" Xiao Dao looked at Wu Jiucheng