"hehe."
Chen Yu smiled, not caring about the pain on his face: "It is an honor for me to die in your hands."
"Liu Yu."
Lu Anyan spoke.
The smile on Chen Yu's face froze: "Brother, it turns out you still have memories."
At this moment, Lu Anyan's eyes instantly turned dark green, and his momentum was much higher than before. He snorted, pulled out the knife, and stabbed it directly into Shen Yu's heart: "Who gave you the courage to touch him?"
Blood was flowing from the corner of Chen Yu's mouth: "Brother, I just can't accept it. I like you and love you, but you have never looked at me. I won't accept it. Uh..."
Lu Anyan's hand exerted more force, thrusting the dagger straight in, stirring without mercy: "I finally got him to like me, and you actually want him to leave me, you deserve to die."
The light in Lu Anyan's eyes shot directly into his gloomy eyes.
Chen Yu widened his eyes, his soul...
Depressed to death.
Lu Anyan let go of the dagger and looked at it disdainfully as if it were trash.
In another world, there was a hazy cloud and a man in green clothes who was sitting cross-legged in meditation was vomiting blood.
He covered his chest, muttering as he recalled what happened not long ago.
“…Brother…”
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