Zhuang Ming Ze's arms were dripping with blood. His lips had already turned a little pale. When I looked at him,his pupils suddenly contracted. Zhuang Ming Ze seemed to have sensed something as well. Just as he was about to turn around,a jet black appeared on his chest.
I opened my mouth to shout,but my voice was so hoarse that I couldn't say anything. I stared at him in a daze,as my body gradually shrank,as my face twisted and twisted in pain,and as my breathing became steady and silent...
"Young Lord..." Zhuang Ming Ze's finger gently slid across my face and finally landed weakly on the floor of the corridor.
"You i***t,why did you come in..." I couldn't help but tremble as tears streamed down my face.
I forcefully hugged him. I felt his declining body and grabbed him even more anxio
