Long Xiliang didn't want to die here. In the past, he was indifferent to life and death, having no ties and no attachment to this world.
But even when he was tortured to the point of losing his humanity in the prison of Dark Island, he kept telling himself to live.
He must live to see Lu Xiaoyou; if he's not alive, how can he spend his future days with Lu Xiaoyou and have a long-lasting relationship?
Moreover, if he leaves too many marks on Long Xingkui, even if Long Xingkui doesn't tell others about seeing him, it would still arouse suspicion.
Long Xingkui fell to the ground, the man bent down, and he gripped the hand he had crushed just moments ago, a crunching sound resonating.
Long Xingkui screamed in agony, sweat quickly forming on her forehead and back.
Long Xiliang repositioned the large broken bone in her arm, so from the outside, one couldn't tell her arm was injured, yet inside, the bone remained shattered.
