Today, I'm going to make you die with my fan!

Qi yexi was imprisoned in a dark cell.

His wrists were cuffed and his arms were open and hung up by iron chains. His wrists were worn out by the shackles and had some blood stains, making his skin look colder and whiter, so white that it seemed a little sickly ...

creak-" the sound of the door opening was suddenly heard.

After passing through the corridor in the basement, they had to open an iron door to get to the most tightly guarded cell.

The creaking sound was a little eerie in the dark.

Hearing this, Qi yexing lazily closed his eyes. When he looked up, he noticed some light and squinted his eyes, somewhat unaccustomed ...

He could almost guess who it was. His red lips curled up slightly. I was wondering who it was. It's my Xiao Shi 'er.

Bo Zhicheng's cold eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at him unhappily.