Feng Yiran pointed at the heart. "Do you see that? It'll last for 15 minutes at most! 15 minutes later, it'll explode!
"And we'll all die! All of us!!!" Feng Yiran pointed at Feng Wu. "If she can help us, why won't she do it?!"
"Are you an idiot?!" Feng Xun kicked him in frustration. "How is she supposed to do that?"
Feng Yiran said, "The ghost king is obviously interested in her, so all she needs to do is…"
Boom!
Feng Xun was furious!
The guy was Feng Wu's family! How could he say such a thing?
"Go to hell!" Feng Xun began to throw punches at Feng Yiran.
Feng Xun was scared.
That Black Robe Ghost King was unpredictable, and no one knew what he was thinking.
What if he had never thought that way, and Feng Yiran's words suddenly gave him ideas?
"Please forgive me… Forgive me…" Feng Yiran spat out mouthfuls of blood.
"Brother, brother, are you alright?" Feng Sang rushed out and shielded her brother.
