Sun Jie stared at the two people confusedly.
Because he couldn't understand a single word.
What does it mean to put all the blame on Xia Liu?
What does it mean that someone must die?
Xia Liu is already dead, how to put any blame on him?
Just as Sun Jie was bewildered,
suddenly, a dull sound broke the atmosphere.
Splurt!
Sun Jie's eyes widened, and he slowly lowered his head to look at his chest.
There, a bright red hand was clutching his bloody liver.
He tried hard to turn his head.
Seeing the familiar face behind him, he felt as if he fell into an ice cave.
Cold!
A chilling aura invaded his entire body.
"Uncle... why..."
Sun Jie couldn't believe it all.
His uncle had said that someone must die.
But why was it him who had to die?
"Xiao Jie, for your younger brother, your death will be very valuable."
Sun Ye said with a faint smile.
"Younger brother Sun Nan?"
"Yes, he has always let you be the big brother, now it's your turn to let him."
