Fan Zhiyi felt that he was so awesome that he could brag about this highlight moment to others all night long!
Fan Zhiyi imitated Bing Nandong and smiled an extremely sarcastic smile: "Scum, trash...ah!"
One of his hands was chopped off. Fan Zhiyi's lips trembled and his body shivered unnaturally, like a fish out of water.
Murong Xiao stomped his foot hard on his face. "Why, you think you're awesome for helping Bing Nandong escape, huh?" Murong Xiao twisted his ankle. "Speaking of which, it just reminded me of something. Fan Zhiyi, do you still want those ten thousand spirit stones? Huh? Speak up! Weren't you very proud back then?"
"Haha, hahahaha..." Fan Zhiyi laughed, "Yes, of course I do, it's just that some junky can't afford it... well..." Fan Zhiyi swallowed his tears back into his throat, his body shaking constantly.
Murong Xiao raised his leg and stepped hard on Fan Zhiyi's shoulder. Fan Zhiyi could even hear the sound of his bones breaking.
"Fan Zhiyi, beg for mercy for me, maybe I'll give you a quick death."
Murong Xiao said a few more humiliating words, but Fan Zhiyi stopped talking. His eyes had lost all their luster, as if they were dead.
Murong Xiao found it boring and said to his men, "Why are you still standing there? Go chase Bing Nandong!"
As soon as he heard Bing Nandong, Fan Zhiyi grabbed Murong Xiao's trouser leg tightly with his remaining hand as if it was a conditioned reflex, and his ferocious look was even more ferocious than that of a ghost.
"Baibai, doesn't it have any function to numb the pain?" Fan Zhiyi asked in his mind, maintaining the last bit of clarity.
"Sorry, the system does not have this function yet, please stay tuned."
"I'm in so much pain right now. Your system is so unreliable!"
"There is still half a minute left, host, please hold on."
"Woo..." Fan Zhiyi bit his lips hard, forcing only a small sound to escape from his mouth, as soft as a mosquito's hum, and the hand that was holding Murong Xiao had already separated from his arm.
Fan Zhiyi curled up tightly, the pain made him unable to think of anything. With his last bit of willpower, he bit his lips until they were bloody.
It hurts, it hurts!
Fan Zhiyi was covered in dirt, his hair was disheveled, and his face was covered in blood and tears.
It was snowing, and the snowflakes were pure white, falling down one by one without any stains.
Fan Zhiyi was the one looking forward to the snowy day the most, because he and Bing Nandong had made an appointment to build snowmen and have snowball fights together.
Bai Bai counted down in his mind: "Five, four..."
"Where is Bingnandong? Did he leave successfully?" Fan Zhiyi asked Baibai.
"one……"
Everything vanished, including Fan Zhiyi's own feelings. The pain faded away, and the world returned to a blank space, as if snow had covered the entire sky and earth.
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