Xu Lin grabbed his hand, blood seeping from his eyes. He lowered his voice, roaring like a wounded beast, "Fan Zixi, if you want to die, you can die on your own. Don't drag me down! Ye Shenxian is a real Immortal. If he gets angry, we won't have any good outcomes."
He was also very scared. Ye Fengsheng's abilities had reached his father's ears a long time ago. Even his father specifically warned him not to offend Ye Fengsheng. Even if Ye Fengsheng wanted his life, he'd have to offer it willingly to rid himself of any involvement. It's not just luck; he thought it was a joke.
People like this are usually terrified to avoid them. Now, facing them to make these friends open their eyes, they actively stepped forward to laugh. They worked hard here. That ungrateful person was still sneering in front of him, afraid he wouldn't live long. Isn't this his mother's murder?
Still plotting to murder my own life!
