The Goddess of Fate's white dress was already dyed red with blood, and the blood in her mouth could not stop flowing.
Xiang Kunlun, Bujie, and the others had also arrived at the battleship. When they saw the appearance of the Goddess of Fate, tears flowed from their eyes.
They could sense that the Goddess of Fate's aura was getting weaker and weaker. She probably wouldn't be able to hold on for long.
The Goddess of Fate stared at Yang Luo with her beautiful eyes and said weakly, "Yang Luo… You should know that… I like you… I've always liked you…
But… I'm so silly… I don't know how to express my feelings for you…
Perhaps… this is the only way for you to remember me… to understand what you mean to me…
Unfortunately… I'm about to die… I won't be able to be by your side in the future… I won't be able to share your worries and troubles…"
"Natasha…"
"Sister Natasha… Don't die… Don't die…"