me anything to eat… Why are you trying to harm me…”My brother's flashlight immediately shone past, the white light illuminating the dilapidated door frame. A white hand trembled and supported itself...tude wouldn't just hurt someone like Lin Yanqin, a delicate young lady. It would be devastating even to someone like Song Wei, a mecha war god.Lin Yanqin's face flushed and paled alternately, she used...