"No..."
A Cultivator grabbed Fat Long's sleeve, eyes full of doubt, raised his voice: "Haven't you already got immortal cancer? Why are you still picking the seven-colored peach? Don't you care about your life anymore?"
"Yeah."
Fat Long impatiently shook off the Cultivator, silently calculating the time in his mind, and after waiting for a moment, he leaped into the air and picked a seven-colored peach in front of him, retorting irritably: "Yeah, I'm already stricken with immortal cancer, why not pick it? More fleas don't make it itch."
As the words fell.
The Cultivator suddenly stood frozen in place, momentarily unable to react, and these words were overheard by many people around, including the young man who was the first to act and had contracted immortal cancer.
This man, having fallen into despair and apathy after getting immortal cancer, suddenly froze in place, looked at Fat Long, and suddenly reacted.
Yeah.
Since he's already got immortal cancer, what's there to fear?
