Right now, I desperately want to cry. It's not that I'm being cowardly, although I'm indeed feeling very miserable. At this moment, the reason I want to cry is because this position, being hung up with my hands behind me, is too uncomfortable...
My hands have become numb, and my entire body feels as though the blood has solidified within it. My ears are buzzing as if wind is rushing through them, my brain seems incapable of thinking, and even the people I see are blurry...
"Long Xiaoyun…"
Standing not far in front of Long Xiaoyun, Chen Qingyun had a cigarette dangling from his lips. He looked at Long Xiaoyun with a cold smirk and said lightly, "You know my patience has always been short. Think carefully before you answer... I said, Lord Dragon only has you as his son. If he knew you were in my hands, would he really not care? I don't believe it… So, I guess you must have a way to contact Lord Dragon, am I right?"
