The heartfelt consolation from the Black-clothed Sky Sword made Shen Feng startle, then he began to sob uncontrollably.
Even though he knew very well that the three people in front of him had no choice but to find him and had no real feelings for him...
Yet, at a time when the people of the Divine Dynasty would rather die than become subjects under his rule, this kind of comfort was especially important.
He felt that he was still a useful person, but what was the use?
"At least, I'm ruthless enough..." said Shen Feng, who began to laugh wildly through his tears, "Because I can kill my own father, my own younger sister. At least in this regard, you can't do it, so that's why you don't want me to die, isn't it!"
Dao Yi and Duanmu Xiao'er said nothing, because that was indeed what they thought.
Only the Black-clothed Sky Sword thought to himself, "Shen Feng, only if you live, can I live comfortably..."
