C3085 Mental Demons(2)

Zhu Qing's throat was dry and thirsty, and his nose was burning hot. It poured into his lungs, leaving behind traces of pain and heat. After three feet, Zhu Qing looked at his feet with blurry eyes. Was he there? He was still trying hard to lift himself up, and his knees were even slightly bent. All of these indicated that he still had a long way to go before he succeeded