Yan Huailiu didn't even turn his head and swung a burst of energy behind him. Everyone only heard a clear clicking sound.

He actually broke both of Jin Hu's arms. Poor Jin Hu had already passed out without even a whimper.

"I avenged you."

Yan Huailiu's body was trembling slightly, and his tone was unexpectedly calm.

A light flashed in Gu Xingyun's eyes, and he coughed violently a few times, with blood gushing out of his mouth uncontrollably.

Yan Huailiu didn't mind the dirt and wiped it clean for him with his sleeve.

City Lord Yu, who was standing nearby, tried to minimize his presence and helped Baili Changhuan to lift Chang Sui and the others up.

Gu Xingyun raised his still-movable arm and gently grasped Yan Huailiu's wrist, a look of grievance on his face: "Master, my body hurts so much."

He didn't say this when Yan Huailiu stepped on him and whipped him;

He didn't say this when he knelt in the heavy rain for three days and three nights, enduring internal injuries;

He didn't say this when Yan Huailiu kicked him and broke his ribs and tied him around his neck with a hemp rope and rode him like a dog.

…

He never said this even when his injuries were a hundred times more serious than now.

Just at this time.

He held Yan Huailiu's bloody hand, made the aggrieved expression that he had practiced countless times in front of the bronze mirror when he was young, and said these words to Yan Huailiu in a soft voice that he had not used since he was twelve years old.

"Master, my body hurts so much."

A sentence six years late.

Finally the right time has come.

Something has taken root and sprouted in my heart.

Gu Xingyun met Yan Huailiu's eyes, and his miserable figure was reflected in those clear eyes.

Gu Xingyun exerted a little more force in his hands, and the blood of the two people merged together.

He tilted his head slightly and rubbed his face in Yan Huailiu's palm, his eyes innocent and fragile: "Master, it hurts."