Without this person, his life was incomplete.
"So that's what... farewell is?"
Lu Bu'er silently bent down, picked up the gold-plated lighter, and seemed to smell the scent of smoke in the wind again, as annoying as ever.
He looked up at the light being swallowed by the darkness.
The surveying troops of Sacred Mountain had already evacuated, and they too must leave this hellish place, leaving that person behind alone, in the boundless darkness.
Was this really the only way?
He slowly reached out, as if to touch something.
No.
He wouldn't admit it.
Nor would he accept it.
Whoosh.
Ai Yue and Dongshan swiftly turned around as wind and rain flooded into the cabin.
"Major Lu!"
"Brother Little Deer!"
It was too late.
Lu Bu'er grabbed the Wooden Sword and leaped from the cabin, plummeting.
Into the endless storm.
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