When Hua Xi's chest was pierced, he found a lot of blood splattered on the ground. At that moment, he finally understood why he felt so warm when he was lying next to Xi Cui that day.
There was still fierce fighting around him, but he felt extremely peaceful.
In fact, he is not very afraid of death, because he knows that if he dies, the only regret in this life will be made up for.
He had never seen Xi Xi's appearance before. He really wanted to take a look at him, but he was waiting for him underground.
"Little Taoist Priest, you have taken care of these cranes so well."
"Really? Do you like it?"
"Don't like it."
"Why?"
"Because... Little Taoist priest, you are the crane I like."