Shujun forced a meaningful glance and, in a mere moment, made a decision in his heart.
With a carefree smile, he turned to Yixuan, "Later, I'll hold them off. You must seize the time and not hesitate. If one can escape, then one has escaped!"
"No!" Yixuan, without even thinking, immediately refused.
Facing a pack of wolves, whoever stayed behind was undoubtedly doomed!
And if indeed someone must die, it should be himself! If it weren't for himself, Third Brother wouldn't have been seriously wounded...
Shujun remained graceful and frivolous, his every gesture and look filled with roguish charm. "Xiao Xuanxuan, in this life, everyone has their fate. As for your Third Brother, my time has come, King Yama is here for me." He smiled as he moved his hand away, revealing the wound on his abdomen.
The flesh was torn, and intestines oozed from the wound. His injury was too severe, and he knew he couldn't survive.
