"Brother Ye, I think you should refine it! I knew it. I don't have enough talent. I can't take it. You have an S-grade talent. You can use it better."
Chen Fan gave up.
"I'm dying. I can't fight with you. I still remember when you were attacked by the Gold Practitioners yesterday. I want to help you get revenge, and I want to kill them with you! But I seem to be too weak..."
Chen fan gritted his teeth. His eyes were reluctant, but more than that, there was regret.
He looked at Lin Qiye seriously. It was as if he was prepared to die.
Lin Qiye was speechless.
"Hold on! With me around, even the King of Hell could not take you away. Hold on, and don't make a sound. If you can't even bear the pain, how would you avenge me?"
Lin Qiye's words seemed to contain some mysterious power.
Chen Fan's expression changed, and he gritted his teeth.
