Dying Beyond Death Chapter 87

The ding-dong sound rang in his ears again. During the three years of darkness, he could only rely on his imagination to get through every day. The beautiful Crescent Lake, the ding-dong sound that the Miao girl always made when she walked, and her eyes that were as bright as stars when she smiled, but always showed disgust.

"Han people, what are you doing in Miaojiang again?"

The voice that suddenly sounded was no longer the crisp sound that Duan Feiqing remembered, but was slightly deeper. Although the tone was unkind, Duan Feiqing felt that it was like the sound of nature. He raised his head with some difficulty, and smiled despite the pain that pierced his body: "Ah Heng, I guess I have to trouble you again."

David Lu then realized that this man was even more miserable than he was five years ago. He was so thin that he was out of shape. His face was pale. His skin was also pale before, but it was like mutton-fat jade, white and gentle. But now, his face was as pale as gold paper, like a demon crawling out of hell.

Duan Feiqing wanted to prop himself up to see if David Lu was still the same as he remembered, but he failed. He could only lie on the ground and found that the other party's white calves, which were always exposed, were now hidden under the slightly wide trouser legs, revealing only the slender ankles and the silver ornaments on them.