Then, he saw Si Huang's emotionless eyes. The strength that bound his wrist suddenly loosened. Because of his forceful action of pulling his hand away, his body tilted even more.
For a moment, Zong Haohao's mind went blank, leaving only confusion. Why did Si Huang let go? Why did he let go?
What followed next was the feeling of his body falling, unable to hold onto anything anymore, the powerless fear of his life really dying.
"Ah…" Zong Haohao wanted to shout, but all he could see was the shadow of the roof that was getting further and further away.
Death was real! It was getting closer!
There were only a few seconds left of his life!
No, no!
Suddenly, he felt a tight grip on his waist. Something was restraining him, and the huge force almost made him suffocate.
The last thing he saw was a cold and handsome face. The other party's eyes were even colder and more oppressive.
