As Qi Shixiao's words just fell, his throat was tightly wrapped by a force.
His entire face turned bright red and even gradually became purple.
A feeling of suffocation rushed to his brain, and his body kept struggling.
His feet had already left the ground, kicking wildly in the air.
The whole person was like being pulled by an invisible rope around the neck towards the ceiling.
"Sister Ning... I beg you not to kill him."
Lin Yuanyang spoke in time, a hint of pleading in his eyes.
Ji Ning glanced at him indifferently.
Only then did Qi Shixiao fall back to the ground, lying limply, coughing loudly like a drowning man, gasping for air.
His face remained red and purple, the whites of his eyes filled with bloodstains, and there was a very deep red mark on his neck.
His body trembled slightly, looking up at Ji Ning in disbelief.
But her face still carried the gaze of a person looking at the dead.
"Want my blood? How about I send you to see Qi Shuyue?"
"Cough... you..."
