This sentence pierced through Wen Xishu like an arrow from Sagittarius. Suddenly, he felt a sense of guilt, and a thought of "I truly deserve to die."
Is there such camaraderie in this world?
Even in a fictional world, even if he appeared in someone else's story, in malicious lies...
I also want him to live.
Wen Xishu sighed. He was indeed very afraid that one day in the future, he would receive news of never seeing Wen Chaohua again...
Could this body endure such pain?
"Go save my brother!"
This idea was so intense, it finally transformed into lines and lines of bullet screens, like countless stars born in this endless darkness.
The Tower Power Value began to burn at this moment.
Wen Xishu's thoughts also began to materialize at this moment.
"I need an existence that is like me and can connect with my consciousness!"
The bullet screens began to twist and change, finally converging into a cold white silhouette.
