I’ll ride slower.” 。Qin Luo'yan sighed and shook her head. She wasn't a sentimental person, but she wasn't reckless either. She knew her body couldn't hold on any longer. She could persevere, but what... her senses. It wasn't until Fu Zimuo poured a glass of water for her and offered it to her that she suddenly flinched back in fear, pointing at Yun Xiaoxue's corpse on the ground and hissing, "I bit...