C435 I can do it myself

Ning Jin's voice was extremely painful as he said this, his pale white face was filled with rubbish. Not a single part of her hair was intact, and his body was constantly releasing a terrible stench.

He really found it hard to endure, but this was nothing compared to Ning Jin's tolerance.

Fu Huayong carried Ning Jin.

He didn't want to say how anxious he was the moment she disappeared