"Chu Xiao, Elder Chu..." Lingyang's mind began to blur again. He pressed close to Chu Xiao and murmured in a low voice, "While I'm still alive, I want to tell you something..."
"You won't die. You can tell me this later."
"No." Ling Yang shook his head, his mouth almost touching Chu Xiao's ear, "Chu Xiao, Elder Chu, I realize that I like you."
Chu Xiao stiffened, and Chang Po at their feet stopped suddenly. What did he say? He likes... Likes...
Just when Chu Xiao was lost in thought, the people behind him had already caught up with him, and more than a dozen long swords were attacking the two of them fiercely.
Ling Yang felt the danger behind him, and he used his last strength to push Chu Xiao away who was distracted, but his center of gravity was unstable and he fell straight down from Chang Po.
"Lingyang!" By the time Chu Xiao found out, Lingyang had already fallen.
The wind ruffled his long hair, and Ling Yang's mind was completely lost. He let his body fall, but he did not forget to tighten the long black gold-patterned belt that he had never let go...