"I know I deserve to die, but I want to use the last of my life to make up for my mistakes!" Guan Xiong wiped away the snot, tears, and blood around his mouth, his gaze suddenly becoming extraordinarily resolute.
You sneered coldly and asked, "What makes you think you can?"
"I don't know, I have nothing, but I can assure you with certainty that my heart isn't black! Even if it's rotten, it's not pus that flows, but red blood!"
Hearing this, all four of your brows visibly lifted, and Xian Qianling turned her head to you and said, "Why not, let's take him with us."
"Whatever."
You turned and strode out.
Damn it!
You knew that you were about to be in for a big fight again!
After getting into the car, you reached out to Xian Qianling.
"What are you doing?" Xian Qianling asked.
"Give it here." You spoke indifferently.
"What thing?"
"Returning Yuan Pill." You said gravely.