"Hit again."
Ning Fan had a bad feeling.
Logically speaking, with Jia Hu's strength, there shouldn't be any problems.
There are only a few [Thousand Soul Level] people in the entire F region, and they can be counted on one's fingers.
As long as it is not [Thousand Souls Level], it should not pose a fatal threat to Jia Hu.
But why didn’t Jia Hu answer the phone?
Qiao Fei dialed several times in a row, but still no one answered.
"Let's go! Let's go find Master Tiger!"
Ning Fan did not delay any longer and even forgot to report his safety to his family.
That feeling of uneasiness grew stronger and stronger.
…
Shuangdaojian, a huge rock in the north.
Jia Hu leaned against a huge rock.
His body was covered in blood.
Blood foam continued to flow out of his mouth.
With his eyes half closed, he could vaguely see Meng Di who was about to leave in front of him.
That kid...
I got punched by him a lot.
However, the impact of each punch on him was weaker than the previous one.
Jia Hu did not continue to stop him, but lowered his head helplessly.
There was a huge wound on his stomach.
His clothes were stained with blood.
"After all... I'm still old..."
Jia Hu muttered to himself, a bitter smile of relief appearing on his face.
"I'm old... I really should enjoy my retirement at home..."
"I really regret... not getting married... and having children when I was young..."
"When I get older...I won't be so restless anymore..."
"Lao Luo..."
"When we meet...don't scold me..."
"I promised you..."
“I didn’t manage to do it…”
"I'm sorry!"
Perhaps because he knew that he didn't have much time left, Jia Hu talked a lot more than usual.
Even if no one can hear it.
At this moment, he could vaguely see three people in the distance rushing towards him in a hurry.
Jia Hu raised his hand with difficulty, smiled, and waved gently.
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