The saying life is not a bed of roses is sad but true. Wen Qinxi had already fought off ghosts, the undead, a legendary creature and a cunning demon king only to be derailed by this vile woman. He couldn't believe it with the light in his eyes fading.
His body lay sprawled on the floor in a pool of blood with his face growing paler and paler by the minute. The pain made his brain numb void of any thoughts. He couldn't even hear what Jolie was saying to him as his life flashed before his eyes.
Qie Xieling called out to his Shixiong his body trembling in shock. His eyes reddened as his tears flowed uncontrollably. He broke free from Miyu Ren's hold and rushed over to his Shixiong. Maybe it was because the demon king's hold had loosened or a sudden rush of adrenaline that gave Qie Xieling the chance to escape. He knelt in front of his Shixiong and shakily stretched out his hands to touch Zhao Zhi's cheeks.
