dy started to glow red. Quan Qingyun's forehead was covered in sweat, dripping onto the snow. 。But he still knelt half a step forward, pulling Ye Fei Zhou behind him, then bowing his head slightly to...p the whip. 。There was still flesh scraped off by the thorns hanging from the whip, and he dragged it as he walked out, all the way out of the Duke of Su's Mansion, heading straight for the First Ran...