Being taken away, Qiu Xiaoping naturally also heard about Lu Qiaochun's sudden chance of survival.
She was just stunned for a moment, then immediately directed a hoarse voice toward Lu Qiaochun.
"Lu Qiaochun!"
Lu Qiaochun raised her head blankly, tormented repeatedly by the post-survival luck and the unbearable guilt and pain of not being able to accept Qiu Xiaoping's death. Her brain was still a little dull and sluggish.
At this moment, Qiu Xiaoping's face was already contorted, displaying the most twisted and maddened state of her life.
"Live! Live on!"
"No matter what happens, you must live on!"
"Then find a way to tell Diao Deyi how I died! Tell him! Tell him!!"
"If it's him, with his potential, he will eventually avenge me one day!!"
"Ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years! I can wait! I'll wait for all the demons in the Demon Capital to come down to accompany me one day!!!"
