[Sister... Don't they all say... God loves the world? ]
[Ahem... But... But why...]
The young man fell into Ling Xuan's arms and coughed out a mouthful of blood.
[The God here... Doesn't He care for good people? But... Even... We still have to fight. ] Shen Nian'an stretched out his hand tremblingly, trying to grab something, but finally dropped it due to weakness.
Upon seeing this, Ling Xuan quickly grabbed his bloody hand towards her face, which also dyed her jade-like skin red, like a flower from the other side, blooming seductively, exuding a sad and heavy aura.
His last murmur was like a thunder, shattering Ling Xuan's Taoist heart for thousands of years.
She had always believed in the ruthlessness of the road and the supremacy of strength.
It wasn't until this moment that I realized that those were all illusions. Only the "love and righteousness" of mortals can be the sharp blade that can cut through despair.
She lowered her head and pressed a kiss on Shen Nian'an's increasingly cold forehead, her voice so low that only she could hear it;
[Okay, sister will do it for you. ]
