Luo Xiu desperately waved his hands, trying to grasp the increasingly blurry figure of Yaya. But no matter how hard he tried, his efforts were futile.
By now, the sea of blood beneath him was devoid of corpses, and its crimson color was rapidly fading.
"Little Mule, I'm leaving... You have to live on. Protect Qin Xiaodou, and find Sister Hongye."
Luo Xiu withdrew his trembling hands and lowered his head.
Yaya gifted him a smile and then suddenly waved her little hand. "Don't be like this. My mother said that since we of the Kun Tribe devour countless lives, in death, we must repay the Great Dao and all living beings. This is the destiny of our tribe."
"Little Mule, I truly don't regret this. As long as it can save Qin Xiaodou and everyone else, I would do it a hundred times over."
"If there is a next life, we must be good friends again."
"Okay."
"Also, you must not forget me!"
"Okay."
