Seeing Siao Jia collapse to the ground, Xu Ke sighed.
He felt an indescribable sense of melancholy.
Three years of companionship, worn away bit by bit in the last six months.
Then came the earth-shattering changes of this period...
All of this, because of Siao Jia.
And now, Siao Jia had fallen, breathless.
But in the eyes of others, this was nothing more than the crushing of an ant.
No one cared.
At that moment, Ye Chen looked towards Song Zhong, his face twisted with a sinister expression, "Uncle Zhong, commit suicide."
Although he didn't have Xu Ke's formidable endurance to control himself from making a sound when his leg was broken, he had practiced martial arts after all, and he managed to stop screaming after a few minutes.
"Why?"
At this point, Song Zhong had also torn off all pretenses, standing up and staring fixedly at Ye Chen.