The sweet and pungent smell of blood penetrated his nostrils. Xiao Long suddenly opened his eyes and saw a narrow and dark stone corridor. A woman was paralyzed on her side, her tight leather pants wrapped around her curved waist, her breath was weak and she was seriously injured. Turning over, the face looked too familiar - Aning, the heroine who lurks in the angry sea and kills decisively in the sand. Suddenly there was a strong gust of wind behind him, and his arms strangled his neck tightly from behind. He covered his mouth and nose with cold hands and his shirt was roughly torn open. The temperature was getting higher and higher, and the person was almost embedded in his body. Before his consciousness faded, the beautiful face was very close at hand. The reckoning of this journey begins with breaking away from these cold hands.
