"Lin Ximu---!"
Blood gushed out of his mouth belatedly, and Asher Lin staggered forward, holding the phantom knife that was inserted into his chest.
She did not fall into the yellow leaves, but into the arms of Lyla Su, who caught her tremblingly.
The bright red thorns everywhere made Lyla Su feel dizzy, but she could no longer care about it. She pulled Lin Ximu into her arms. Lyla Su gritted her teeth and tore off her sleeves, anxious to block the flow of blood from her chest. blood.
But even though she stubbornly wrapped it around for who knows how many times, the tear created by the phantom knife still stained the white cloth with spots.
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