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... 。,If things continue like this, men are very likely to die from excessive loss. We can't afford to delay any longer.,Knowing it, knowing it, but already not under his control, originally dodged...。