Jiang Yong

"Oi bro, are you ok?"

Ji Hao held the boy in white clothes and asked. Once he touched the boy's body, Ji Hao couldn't help but frown.

The boy was unspeakably skinny, and could probably be blown away by a gust of wind. He was as skinny as a lath, and his body felt like a bunch of dry bones that had been wrapped in human skin, as if he didn't even have any blood or flesh.

Ji Hao even felt that if he took a deep breath and puffed towards this boy as hard as he could, he could directly blow this boy into pieces.