Lan Shuang, with only nine health points left, was so fragile that she could not withstand a single blow. She lowered her head as if she would break if the wind blew.
Jiang Lusheng in mid-air recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. His face became rosy, his wounds healed, and he was full of vitality.
His drooping eyelashes trembled slightly and he woke up.
The moment he opened his eyes, he saw Lan Shuang lying on the ground, dying.
"Lan Shuang..."
The person who had his head lowered raised it with difficulty and looked at him. That glance contained too much information. Jiang Lusheng clenched his hands tightly at his side and shook his head almost imperceptibly.
However, Lan Shuang looked at him stubbornly.
Jiang Lusheng had no choice but to close his eyes and agree.
This brief interlude went unnoticed.
The black fog still tied him tightly, as if afraid that he would shoot another arrow. The black fog tied his hands behind his back, and his whole body was entangled like a mummy fallen into an inkwell.
Nine health points were not enough to support Lan Shuang. She couldn't keep her head up for long and soon lowered it again. The next moment, a sudden storm blew up and Wen Qingqing, who was originally upstairs, suddenly appeared in front of everyone.
She still held the gun in her hand and walked step by step to Lan Shuang. She lifted Lan Shuang's chin with the gun. Lan Shuang had closed her eyes and seemed to be unconscious.
Wen Qingqing smiled with satisfaction. "I've already told you that you can't escape. Why waste your energy? Why don't you just be my substitute?"
She looked at it for a moment, her eyes gradually brightening. "No, no, no, I really like this body of yours. You're going to die soon anyway, so don't waste it."
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