Luo Jiuyuan looked at the people around him with cold eyes. Most people looked away because of his eyes. Except for a few who dared to look at him, no one else dared to look at him.
"Senior Brother Jiuyuan, please stop being stubborn and turn around! He is not worthy of your doing this. Leave him to us."
Luo Jiuyuan looked at him. The man didn't speak because he kept looking at him. A rare look of panic flashed in his eyes. Seeing him like this, Luo Jiuyuan laughed sarcastically.
"Ha! If you are stubborn, I think you are just wishful thinking!"
The man's face suddenly turned ugly because of his words. Luo Jiuyuan didn't wait for him to come to his senses, lowered his head and said something to the person in his arms, and then blew himself up.
Luo Jiuyuan felt bursts of tearing pain coming from his soul, thinking that he was dead? Why do I still feel pain? Luo Jiuyuan still wanted to fall asleep, but he vaguely heard someone calling him. When he woke up and saw a familiar room, Luo Jiuyuan looked ahead in a daze. It wasn't until someone outside said a certain name that he came back to his senses and said something to the person outside the door. Then he got out of bed and got dressed, while thinking about what happened in the previous life.
