Lucia didn"t expect that the color of her soul could tremble.
She was curious, but no one could answer her. Finally Lucia looked away and looked at Kerry.
" Sorry, I can"t revive his severed limb. "
There was an intuition in her heart that came from nowhere - if she could be stronger, it would not be difficult to regenerate a broken limb. It"s just that she herself doesn"t know how to become more powerful.
Kerry hurriedly said: " No, you don"t have to say sorry. Now that even your life is worthless, what is a hand? You saved him, and he will only be grateful to you. "
he spoke, he swallowed quietly, and the back of his hand touched the tattered copper and iron that he reluctantly spent ten pieces of meat, five sackcloths, and three hemostatic pills to buy, and he couldn"t bear to be
