"To live, to die, to wake up, or to continue like this..."

Shang Mo fixed his eyes, like looking at Chu zhaoyue not far away from his eyes, or looking at the distant world, where he wanted to go, but couldn't reach it. Instead, he couldn't hear the voice of weight. He murmured softly: "what do you want, all of it, whatever she wants..."

Zhan Wuya was suddenly excited by Shang Mo ran. He was shocked by the roar, but after the micro shock, he shouted back more loudly than before: "whatever her? Whatever she wants to live or die? Watching her torment herself to death in front of me,...