Now, his face was haggard and pale, just like a dead person. His eyes, once full of Spiritual Qi, turned gray. His lips were dry and cracked because of the kiss of the dead, just like his heart contaminated by death.
Finally, even the last person could rest in peace. Bo Xie came to the Eagle with his heavy legs.
Without any other concerns, he sat on the filthy ground.
The shadow of failure in his plan and death had completely defeated him. Since both the nobility and the slums would be turned into a pile of dirt after their deaths, what else could he care about? The only consolation was that he did not have to experience the pain of women before his death.
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"You should leave," the eagle said. He sat on the blood soaked ground and enjoyed the last bits of tobacco, which was the best
