"Tying you up here, the fact that you can leave alive depends on your abilities." Jing Hua said while tying up Quan Canhong.
"I'll die, I'll die!" Quan Canhong suddenly shouted, and with that shout, the blood from her wound flowed even more fiercely.
She had been hit by so many bullets, being tied up here would really kill her, even if not from blood loss, then from the cold.
She was human, not a god.
Jing Hua coldly glanced at her, "Wouldn't death be better? People like you don't deserve to live in this world."
After tying Quan Canhong's hands and feet tightly, Jing Hua rudely dragged her out and then tied her to a tree at the edge of the cliff.
Quan Canhong's whole body was tightly bound against the tree trunk, with no room to struggle at all.
"Brother Jing Hua, I was wrong! Please forgive me, I was wrong! If you kill me and people find out, it will not be good for you." As soon as she thought of death, Quan Canhong was terrified beyond measure.
