In the endless abyss, a white-haired boy slowly opened his blood-red eyes.
I saw that he was wrapped and bound by countless golden chains, and his collarbone and limb joints were directly penetrated by the chains!
The young man frowned. Apparently, the chains were causing him a lot of pain.
"A Xing, how long has it been?"
The young man's voice was a little hoarse, and he asked Zhang Xing, his system and best friend. A hint of tenderness flashed through his blood-red eyes.
"It's been three hundred and ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years. Ah Chen."
Zhang Xing made a virtual projection, gently hugged Luo Chen, and said softly. Warm brown eyes stared at Luo Chen dreamingly.
Seeing his best friend being chained through and restrained, frowning and enduring the pain, Zhang Xing felt heartbroken and wished he could suffer in Luo Chen's place.
Intention: to cause trouble