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...,The assassin fell dead before he could even utter a sound.。