Of course, this kind of ability is not unlimited, and it is quite a burden for her as well.
The premise is still that Gu Jianlin can endure it.
He endured the pain as if his body was being torn apart, and his hurried breathing gradually slowed down.
It was as if he adapted.
Skylark was someone who feared pain, so she couldn't understand how there could be such a lunatic in the world; even while enduring bone-crushing agony, he still appeared nonchalant.
It seemed he didn't care about his own life or death at all.
She had probed all his memories and knew he was just a seventeen-year-old boy.
Could a child really endure so much?
Of course, this wasn't something she needed to worry about.
They were allies.
As allies, reliability was all that mattered.
As for the price you pay, it has nothing to do with me.
"Very well, you must hold on, my little male sacrifice."
Skylark's lips curled into a satisfied smile, gently stroking the boy's cheek.
"I'll wait for you to catch up."
