"Little Uncle-Master, what are you trying to do?" Shi Nian's expression was extremely solemn.
After continuously giving gifts to Mu Nanqing and Lu Xingzhi, Lu Zhuoyan's face turned pale and his aura weakened considerably, looking as though a gust of wind could blow him away.
In such a condition, he still wants to give a gift to Yun Jian?
Has he gone mad?
Shi Nian even felt.
Lu Zhuoyan was simply courting death!
"Little Nian," Lu Zhuoyan looked at Shi Nian, his eyes harboring an emotion so unclear even he couldn't distinguish it, he said slowly, "Move aside, I'm running out of time."
"Little Uncle-Master! What time? Why are you running out of time?" Shi Nian became a bit frantic.
Lu Zhuoyan glanced at the boundless deep space and said gently, "Don't let me have any regrets. Little Nian, step aside."
He repeated it again.
Shi Nian's hands trembled slightly.
She didn't know what exactly was happening.
