"Not willing to give in, not willing to give in"
The throat-breaking roar went straight into the sky. That roar of resentment made people retreat repeatedly.
There was silence for a long time. . . . . .
"Ha" an evil smile curled up the corner of his mouth.
"Xiao Xingchen, don't you care most about the people in this world? If you dare not come back, I will let everyone in the world be buried with you."
"Hahahaha, hahahaha."
The man was dressed in black clothes and his face was pale. Only the bright red at the corner of his mouth was so dazzling that people dared not look directly at him. The surroundings were extremely quiet, and the black hair on his head was flying arrogantly and uncontrollably in the sinister wind. The empty sleeve on the left shoulder. Dancing with the wind like a demon.