Dongjun's eyes revealed an expression of disbelief.
He couldn't understand, nor could he figure out why... the person before him had severed his arm.
"How could you be so heartless, Aqiao!"
Dongjun looked sorrowful, a tear rolling down his cheek.
He felt that it was because his Eye of Holy Light had not been fully exerted.
"It's because I didn't try hard enough that you treat me this way."
He was somewhat sniveling, somewhat like Daiyu from Dream of the Red Chamber.
Qi Yuan was completely speechless, "Dude, spare me, I've laid all my cards on the table, I didn't believe a word you said.
Do you see the length of my nose?
Please stop, my nose is getting too long!"
At this moment, Qi Yuan was like a child trapped in an elevator, looking helplessly at the burly man next to him who kept having diarrhea, pleading, "Uncle, please stop, I'm scared."
Qi Yuan felt that powerless.
This game's boss prestige had completely plummeted because of him.