"Are you crazy? Don't you understand I told you to get out! Get out! Get away!" Ignoring the roar of the boy in red, Du Qiu continued the moves he was doing.
With the stimulation of spiritual power, the bloody magma rolled more and more fiercely, and the vast blood hell magma seemed to swallow up the tiny red figure in the center.
"I'm sorry! This time, I won't let you go!"
Speeding up the speed of his hands, Du Qiu smiled and detonated the powerful spiritual power that had been gathered in his dantian. The blood from the corner of his mouth flowed faster and faster.
That stunning smile was deeply imprinted in the boy's eyes. Leng Mingxiu will never forget the three words that spilled from the corners of the black-clothed boy's lips: "I, love, you!"
With the sound of explosions, the heart of the boy in red broke into countless pieces.
Then he smiled lightly and exploded his Dantian, "I love you too, Qiu."
Bloody magma splashed into every corner, and the gray sky was also stained with blood red.
The man in gray clothes, who was in mid-air, witnessed the scenes of tragic failure, and a cruel sneer curled up at the corner of his lips.