"It doesn't matter if you don't admit it, because you are going to die soon anyway."
"To die with such a powerful gift, that really is a regrettable thing."
Mo Fan was willing to chat with Lu Luo, and Lu Luo certainly couldn't ask for more. A cup of tea, a pack of cigarettes, a topic to chat about all day. He wished he could drag it out until the battle between the Judgment Chief and the Pope was over. Unfortunately, that was impossible.
"I don't like hearing that. Sometimes even a salted fish will struggle. How can you be so sure that I won't turn over? My Sequence has probably caused you some trouble, hasn't it? If it weren't for your strong Holy Radiance defense, you would probably be injured right now."
