The air rushed back into Zi'an's lungs in big, deep breaths, dispersing the breath of death.,When Murong Qiao heard this, he was suddenly furious and looked at Xia Wan'er's mother, Lady Linglong, who was sitting in a chair by the corridor, saying, "How long will you wait",Eight years as an agent honed a will of steel, gritted teeth, shouldered the shame and pain that wasn't theirs, beat by beat, fresh blood spilling from within. The back was scarred, nearly broken, with every blow.。