When I stabbed the Jueming Sword in my hand into his chest, everything around me seemed to have lost its luster, and the yellow sand in the sky mercilessly blurred my sight. And he raised his head proudly, his dark eyes reflected endless desolation, but there was still a hint of smile at the corner of his mouth...
I let go of my hand in horror, but he grabbed it.
"Why... Why don't you run away?" I cursed heartily. I think it was the first time in my life that I was so loud, maybe because I was really scared.
"Instead, I want to thank you... Fisa." He still had that calm expression, just like every joke in the past, which made me confused about the truth and falsehood. "But this time, you win..."