In Our Next Life, We'll Still Be Brothers Who Live and Die Together!
Gu Zhaoxi revealed his tattoo, finally proving his identity.
It had to be said, the quality of these clothes was truly excellent. They had endured thirty days of whipping before tearing apart. If it had been Hall Master Zi's same model, then as the readers said, he would have spent his whole life in prison.
"Erya!"
Jun Changxiao hurriedly said, "Untie him, quickly!"
Whoosh!
The ropes immediately loosened. Gu Zhaoxi fell face-first onto the ground with a bang, his entire face becoming even more twisted.
"Brother!"
Jun Changxiao hurried over, helped him up, and gave him the most sincere embrace between men. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?!"
"..."
Gu Zhaoxi nearly spat blood.
I wanted to say it, but you never gave me the chance!
"Now I remember!"
Erya slapped her forehead. "He's that tattooed man who was desperately seeking death earlier!"
"Right, right!"
Zhao Doudou clapped his hands. "I remember too!"
The two finally recalled the familiar tattoo, but it seemed a little too late. Gu Zhaoxi had already been tortured until he was neither human nor ghost, and in the end, he fainted in Gousheng's arms.
"Brother!"
Jun Changxiao cried out in grief.
Flower Rose, who had just walked in, happened to see this and secretly thought, Why does my husband care so much about a man?
Medicine Hall.
Sun Bukong, dressed in a physician's robe, walked out of the room. He removed his mask and shook his head rather helplessly.
"He's beyond saving?"
Jun Changxiao, waiting outside, went pale.
Sun Bukong said, "His body and soul have both suffered severe damage. Even if he is lucky enough to cling to life, he will find it difficult to cultivate Martial Dao in the