C91 You Have to Kill Me

Qiao Sheng sat in the coffin. He licked his lips, feeling that something was wrong. A hint of confusion appeared in his usually calm blue eyes.

Ireson stood respectfully at the side, his eyes filled with a wicked smile. He looked happily at the restrained man who could not figure out what was going on.

"Master, it's snowing outside."

Ireson's words pulled Qiao Sheng back from his thoughts