The moment before the sword pierced his chest, Li Huai really felt like he was about to die. A blurry image appeared in his mind. Even so blurry, Li Huai still knew who that person was, who would call him Li Huai with a bit of coquettishness. Suddenly the feeling of despair disappeared, and the mood of begging for death disappeared. I just wanted to hold on to my last breath and see that person again. Leaving the reed swamp, Li Huai staggered all the way. He seemed to hear someone shouting and crying in his ears. First it was the little boss, and then that person. He hoped to open his eyes and see that he had no strength. Stop crying, fool, or you will become even more stupid.