By the time Qi Tianjiao woke up, it was already evening. The sun was setting on the western mountains, and the afterglow shone Earth. It was blood-red.
Qi Tianjiao opened his eyes with great difficulty. He felt like his head was about to split open. Qi Tianjiao used his fist to lightly tap his forehead. He felt as if his body was falling apart. He looked at the decorations in the house without any strength. Wasn' t this what he saw when he woke up in the morning? Could it be that the old woman had carried him in? Thinking of the old woman, Qi Tianjiao couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. The other party was very skilled in martial arts. He had snatched his bamboo flute in just one move and even injured him. However, his personality was such a freak. Qi Tianjiao could n' t believe
