At the same time, in Rong Rouxue's area, Xiao Ning was leaning on the Divine Round Earth Core Stick in his hand, struggling to stand up from the ground. His body had been severely injured, covered with bruises, and looked horrible. He had completely lost the appearance of the high-spirited young man in the past.
His face was blurred by blood and sweat, making it difficult to recognize his original appearance. But even so, Xiao Ning still gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain in his body, and stood stubbornly.
He was like a wild beast covered in wounds. Although he was dying, he still refused to give up the last hope of survival and was ready to launch one last fatal attack.
At this moment, Rong Rouxue's voice once again reached Xiao Ning's eardrums, and there seemed to be a hint of reluctance and helplessness in that voice:
"Do you really want to continue fighting? Ning'er!"
Xiao Ning half lowered his head, opened his mouth slightly, and gasped for breath. Then, he said in a hoarse voice:
"I... can still stand up and fight again..." Although the voice was weak, it was full of endless determination and indomitable spirit.
Before he finished speaking, he used up the last bit of his strength and struggled to straighten his body, like a dead tree swaying in the wind, shaky but standing stubbornly. His hand tightly grasped the divine round heart stick, trembling slightly, as if it was the last bit of support for his life.
You Rong Rouxue stood quietly in front of him, staring at the young man who would rather die than surrender, and a tear of blood flowed from her eyes. The tear of blood slid down her fair cheek, like a shocking scar, forming a sharp contrast with her beautiful face.
Her voice suddenly became harsh, like the cold wind in winter, biting and merciless:
"Okay! Ning'er, since you are so stubborn, I will erase your memory. You don't need to remember Rong Xuanya, Bai Ziyun, or Chu Qian! From now on, you belong to me, Rong Rouxue, and only me!"
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