"I'm indeed not like you, Wang, because I wouldn't let my people kill themselves for my sake!"
Xiao Chen glanced faintly at Qiu Long and said, "Such a pitiable dog, dead yet still singing praises for others. If my brother was being attacked, I would definitely go to save him!"
Qiu Long was stunned for a moment, his only belief collapsing.
Because he himself knew that the god he worshipped in his heart never really cared about him.
Whether he was dead or injured, that person would definitely not show up.
"I'm about to die; can you tell me your true identity?"
Qiu Long didn't want to die in confusion.
All his plans had been so perfect, yet in the end, he failed because he was not as powerful as his opponent.
He was not willing to accept this.
"There is no Mo Sect under heaven, Jianghu remains turbulent!
In the temples reigns King Yama, the wicked shall have no freedom!"
Xiao Chen said, looking at Qiu Long.
Qiu Long silently recited the rhyme and suddenly trembled.
