C49 All love and hate gone without a trace(1)

I held my mouth tight.

The two black armored martial artists behind Jing Yao moved quickly. Each of them kicked his knees, which wasn't small at all.

I was sitting far away on the couch. I could faintly hear the two crisp sounds, but Jing Yao still stood in his original position. Only the beads of sweat on his forehead betrayed his pain.

I unconsciously swallowed