After a long time, Bai Tu's eyes suddenly looked at Chu Yan and said, "If you were Zuo Fan, what do you think he would do?"

Chu Yan was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but think of the scene of Zuo Xiaoyi disappearing.

The look of expectation looking at him was now vivid in his mind.

If he is truly incarnated, his heart should be extremely resentful and angry at this moment, but in this process, he should be more interested in achieving the goal of possessing external power.

If the more complex the characters are, the higher the chance of success, Zuo Fan should hope to see them all at this moment.

But is the path he took still the path Zuo Fan once took?

If Zuo Fan was a kind of honor for Zuo Xiaoyi to be selected, what would he do?

He was not Zuo Fan, and he had no idea how Zuo Fan did it before.

And what if Zuo Fan did not stay in this position, but was in that position that only had five days?

Now he may have been swallowed by the black water, have he left?

Chu Yan's mind began to get messy, and his brows were tightly frowned.

"What if there is no if?"

Bai Tu's voice sounded again, then he looked at Chu Yan and said, "What will you do yourself?"

A simple sentence made Chu Yan raise his head again, his eyes fluctuated and said, "I won't let Zuo Xiaoyi sacrifice in vain, and I can't lower my head easily. I have to see more!"

Bai Tu raised his eyebrows, then narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "But if this happens, it will hurt your eyes!"

Chu Yan smiled and said, "I'm injured and I can't recover!"

After saying that, he took a deep breath, Chu Yan closed his red eyes, and after a long time he raised his head again.

Now he... is no longer Zuo Fan.

He just wants to represent himself.

He wanted to leave here, he wanted to save the people around him, or he also didn't want to let Zuo Xiaoyi down.

Under this thought, Chu Yan raised his head again and looked into the air. In an instant, he seemed as dazzling as daylight, and afterimages flashed one by one.

Chu Yan did not retreat, even though his eyes were stinging and uncomfortable, he still stared in the air.

One, two, three, four... Gradually, his eyes became sore, and the redness became significantly deepened, but he did not blink at all and still stared at him.

Ten, twenty... Chu Yan felt the corners of his eyes were a little wet, and he didn't go to see it, but he knew it was blood.

The white picture next to him looked a little unbearable, just like in the Purple Qi Sect.

But he opened his mouth and finally gave up. Now there was no way. The knife was already on his neck, so Chu Yan could not have too many choices.

There is only this shortcut. Although this shortcut is not easy to take, what Chu Yan has to do is to persevere.

Gradually, thirty or forty, when they reached fifty, Chu Yan's vision began to blur, but he still endured it.
Chapter completed!