Cang Ji heard Cao Yu's cries fade away, his body seemed to be falling into the water, and the surrounding scenery suddenly shattered into pieces. He woke up as if from a dream, a cough suddenly broke out beside him, his arms sank, and he saw Easton curled up in pain.
"What's going on?" Cang Ji picked up the person and touched the ice.
"An old illness has recurred." Easton covered her lips, "The time is coming and Donglin is going to die."
"He wanted to die. Even if he could be saved, he couldn't be saved." Cang Ji squeezed open Jing Lin's hand covering his fist and saw that the red on his lips was still there. He frowned and said, "It's just a walk in the virtual scene." "Why are you so weak?"
Easton felt deeply tired and said: "... No, even if the hatred of Qian Weishi caused the Rakshasa bird to come into being, it was not enough to make it rush here." He gradually closed his eyes, and after a while, "Dong Lin must have done something. I want to see him before his head falls to the ground."
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