"As he spoke, Qiao Jing's hand made a 'clunk' sound as he snapped a plump ear of corn in half." 。",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... 。,The assassin fell dead before he could even utter a sound.。