Fallen
He raised a hand and felt around to the side.
He tore off an arm, then lifted it and flung it over with great effort.
Slap!
The arm landed by Shen Wuxiao's feet.
Su Ziming sneered laboriously. "It belongs to the Yellow Robe Holy Lord. I risked my life and only managed to take one of his arms."
"As expected, the strong are an uncrossable chasm!"
"I overestimated myself."
"If not for... cough, cough, cough... if I hadn't fooled him, he would've killed me the moment we met."
"You're fucking strong!" Shen Wuxiao said with a smile.
"Strong? Strong at what? I'm just a loser." Su Ziming closed his eyes and shook his head weakly.
Shen Wuxiao walked over and stopped before him.
"Still want revenge on me?"
Su Ziming opened his eyes and laughed bitterly. "Fuck, you're really a dog. What revenge can I take now? I'm already crippled."
"Besides, I'm still counting on you to keep your promise."
"If I make a move against you now and you stop looking after my father-in-law and mother-in-law, then I'd really be losing out."
"Of course. Once I give my word, I'll never take it back!" Shen Wuxiao said with a smile.
Su Ziming nodded. "You've got a bit of conscience, though not much. Still, your word can be trusted."
"Nonsense. I always keep my word!" Shen Wuxiao looked at him. "Can you still smoke one?"
Su Ziming smiled. "I'm all right. Even without my internal organs, I've still got a heart holding me up. I've only got a few minutes left."
Shen Wuxiao lit one for himself, then lit one for him as well.
"I have always respected people with backbone. Su Ziming, you're one of the few people worthy of having me light a cigarette for you."
Su