On the verge of widowhood

Before he had time to think about what he wanted to express, Bai Qing noticed that the fingers placed between his throat were exerting force, and at the same time, Bai Qingxin quickly stretched out her hand to grab his fingers, and at the same time stretched out her leg to kick his calf, trying to get rid of his shackles.

Even though he had made mental preparations that would not work, he could only feel his fingers were as cold as iron and indestructible when he stretched out his hand to buckle it.

He smiled slightly and lifted Bai Qing like a cat or a rabbit, his arms raised slowly, and Bai Qing made a purring sound from his throat.

At first he still had the strength to stand on tiptoe, but later he could only twitch weakly, his eyes darkened intermittently, his breathing continued to be difficult, fear and pain spread together, and he was helpless like a drowning man letting himself fall. .

At this point, the monster's expression softened, and he looked at Bai Qing in his hand with a smile, like looking at the first young leaf or a bone in spring.

Bai Qing heard him intermittently, and spit out a few words strangely: "You... are... delicious."

At the same time when his vision gradually blurred, a thought suddenly popped up in Bai Qing's chaotic mind - he still had something to say to Bai Zi.