"Hua Xiaomo, have you lost your damn mind? Do you think I, Qi Longbing, came here just to watch the fight?" Qi Longbing looked at her, his angelically handsome face dark with gloom, and his heart burned with an agonizing discomfort.
At this moment, he truly experienced what a pain that cut to the quick felt like—what it meant for her to be attacked and for him to feel the agony!
He had been shot for her, and although he wasn't dead yet, right now, he felt like she was going to drive him to his grave!
Fortunately, Hua Xiaomo wasn't foolish enough to ask him what he was there for if not to watch the fight.
Pain throbbed in Hua Xiaomo's legs and various parts of her body. She knew she had to muster her last ounce of strength and finish this final battle on the stage.
But if she delayed for too long, she feared she might collapse from excessive blood loss without even having to fight.
So, she didn't have time to get entangled with him here.
