Long Aotian drew in a breath!
This woman's strength was truly terrifying. Without the Heavenly Profound Righteous Qi personally bestowed by the Boar God, victory would be difficult!
Babao Zhuang gazed at Long Aotian sorrowfully, tears streaming down her face.
Those words echoed in her mind: I don't need last words. Death is my last word.
Long Aotian charged straight at her, but Babao Zhuang suddenly roared, "What the hell are you talking about!?"
Long Aotian was scared stiff by that shout!
He was just... halfway through his charge when her yell startled him so badly he jumped, like a frightened monkey. He thought she was about to do something, but in the end, she just stood there and shouted.
Babao Zhuang's face was covered in tears. "What do you mean, death is your last word!? You think that makes you cool!? Put away your macho nonsense! Is not being afraid of death something glorious? Does not being afraid of death make you amazing? Does not being afraid of death..."
Babao Zhuang choked up, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible. "Mean you can leave me behind...?"
Long Aotian hunched his neck and looked at this lunatic: Wow, she's crying!
Was she insane!?
Just now, she had said the three of them from the Yan Zhao Sect couldn't scrape together one decent brain, so what was she trying to do now?
Zhao Ritian cried out in shock, "Poop-Spraying Dragon, what the hell did you do? How'd you make her cry?"
Long Aotian was beyond irritated. "Are you fucking blind!? I didn't even hit her! She started crying on her own!"
Zhao Ritian scratched his head. "Ah! You kissed her! Everyone saw it just now. Everyone here saw it."
Long Aotian shook his head. "After I chop her to death,