Jian ruoli, I'm handing my life to you

The rain was indeed getting heavier, but the intensity was controllable.

The collapse of the trap and the rise of the water level did not happen. Shi qinglan did not give up on looking for her signal device, but after the heavy rain, it disappeared even further ...

"Don't shake." Jian ruoli's hoarse voice rang out.

He leaned lazily against the wall, his white shirt soaked by the rain. His wide open neckline revealed his sexy collarbones and some white chest, and blood gradually gushed out ...

Before he fell into the trap, he was chased and seriously injured.

He had already recovered half of his life, but he didn't expect to encounter the sudden heavy rain, which infected his wounds.

Shi qinglan stopped in her tracks. She turned around and realized that the man's face was unusually pale ...

"You're injured?" She frowned.

Jian ruoli's eyelids fluttered. She didn't care about her injuries at all. He sneered, " I won't die.