"Fellow friend Lin Ming, there's really no need for that. I can't find the meaning of life now. Rather, I'm even a little afraid of living now," Buddha said.
Buddha, who had been afraid of death just a moment ago and had rushed to find Lin Ming to save him, actually had no will to live now.
This was enough to prove how big of a blow the conversation just now had dealt with Buddha.
"You can live for yourself," Lin Ming said frankly, "I will only say this one last time. If you insist on seeking death, I will not persuade you again."
Lin Ming was very good at killing his opponents, but he really had no interest in persuading someone.
"Very well. Please save me, fellow friend Lin Ming," Buddha closed his eyes, and a tear streaked across his face, containing his feelings of helplessness and fear for the future.
"Go!" Lin Ming raised his hand, and a surge of power of Chaos entered Buddha's body.
