"Clan Leader!"
Heart-wrenching, utterly devastated.
"Clan Leader, I came a step late... I..."
Feng Qingshui suddenly threw himself onto Mo Chen's body, crying bitterly.
All kinds of emotions surged from his heart.
Regret.
Endless regret.
His body was uncontrollably trembling, shakily picking up Mo Chen's body from the ground.
But.
No matter how he calls, no matter how much pain he feels.
Mo Chen will never open his eyes again, will never call him Feng Lao again.
Feng Qingshui, as if no one else is around, is heart-wrenched.
"Alright, alright, there's no one else here, just show a bit of sentiment. Mo Chen is dead, he won't spring up to hit you."
Mo Yunsheng strolled over casually. Standing beside Feng Qingshui, he mocked coldly.
"You!"
Feng Qingshui abruptly lifted his head, eyes bloodshot, face distorted.
"Wow!"
Mo Yunsheng half-jokingly stepped back a pace, yet a smile appeared on his face.
"Why look at me like that? Did I kill him?"
