In an instant, his face turned red and his lips began to cough violently. The next second, a stream of blood spurted out of his throat and directly spilled onto the document that had just been opened.
After a muffled groan, Mu Zhiyan heavily fell onto the chair.
His entire body seemed to have been extracted from his soul. It was already so soft that it didn't look like a word.
He understood that it seemed that the old illness had relapse again.
In the past, it was once every half a year, and then it gradually took a few months. Now, it was only a short month before it started to vomit blood.
In the past, his life belonged to him alone. He had exhausted a lot of his vitality and finally sat down as an enemy of the world.
However, he had never been so afraid before. He was afraid of de
