" 。" Qiao Jing faintly replied. " 。"Busy Aren't you retired in the countryside What's there to be busy with" A suspicious voice came from the phone. 。,Hearing this, Qiao Jing understood. It turned out those people were hunting him. 。The air was filled with the scent of blood. A man, heavily wounded, stumbled under a heavy burden. His wounds bled profusely, his sweat and tears mixing and dripping onto Qiao Jing's... 。,Knowing it, knowing it, but already not under his control, originally dodged...。