"What's that? Are we friends? It doesn't seem like it! After all, someone like me, a 'wretched ant trash,' isn't worthy of being your friend, right?" Su Chen slightly tilted his head, glanced at Way He, and said with a smile.
"No... no... it's not like that, Young Master Su, we are companions, close as brothers. Please, I beg you, save me, save me!" Way He roared with all his might, his face so pallid it lacked any hint of color.
He could clearly feel that when Su Chen said they were 'not friends,' the indescribable heavy, oppressive, fierce, and pungent intent to kill emanating from Duan Qing locked onto him completely. His heart was about to stop beating, as if the Grim Reaper had arrived.
The next second.
Whoosh...
Duan Qing moved.
One could see his footsteps burst forth in fury, his figure seething as he collided and scraped against the air, bringing forth fragments of air, resembling a moving mountain, thundering and shaking as he advanced towards Way He.
