Just a small piece."

"how come……"

His eyes seemed to be trembling violently. Xue Ling Huanbing stared blankly at the phantom in front of him: "How could this happen... Is this true? How is he now?"

"Don't worry, maybe he will become thousands of himself." Duan Qingzhiying, who was smiling, put his hands on his back again: "Of course, if he is unlucky, he will never be able to return to his previous self.

Although there is no big difference between the appearance in front of him and the current situation where he cannot wake up at all, hahahaha..."

"You, you can still laugh!"

The few tears that flashed in his eyes were quickly covered up by the involuntary roar. Xueling Huanbing, who was leaning forward, pointed at the opponent's chest with a long sword: "Do you know how worried I am about you! You before

You actually kept hiding your illness! As a result, when I finally found you again, you ended up like this again."

"So don't be in a hurry to cry."

Smiling, he interrupted the cry-like shouting of the other party. The phantom pointed at the chest slowly raised his finger, and while looking at each other with the tear-filled eyes, he held the dragon's fang long.

The tip of the sword was held to his chest: "Even now in such despair, I have not given up hope, because I am still me after being divided, and I have been thinking about how to recover."

He leaned forward and slowly pierced the sword into his chest: "Now"
Chapter completed!