C1340 An Impossible Mission!

Lin Qianxun's anger and roar gradually calmed down as time passed. Or rather, he was weak.

His strength had decreased.

Even his tone of voice had become much weaker.

Blood began to flow out of his mouth, nose, and even his eyes.

He was half lying on the sofa, trembling slightly.

The poisonous wine was wreaking havoc in his body.

He felt as if his internal organs were on fire