Seeing Siao Jia collapse to the ground, Xu Ke sighed. He felt an indescribable sense of melancholy. Three years of companionship, worn away bit by bit in the last six months. Then came the earth-shattering changes of this period… All of this was because of Siao Jia. And now, she had fallen, breathless.
In the eyes of others, however, this was nothing more than an ant being crushed. No one cared.
At that moment, Ye Chen looked toward Song Zhong, his face twisted with a sinister expression. "Uncle Zhong, kill yourself."
Although he lacked Xu Ke's formidable endurance—the ability to not make a sound even as his leg was broken—he had practiced martial arts. After a few minutes, he managed to silence his screams.
"Why?" At this point, Song Zhong had torn off all pretense. He rose to his feet and stared fixedly at Ye Chen.
