"As long as I drink that pesticide, I can awaken my bloodline and mutate my Martial Soul! I definitely can!"
When Yu Xiaogang heard that Tong Yu's Martial Soul had mutated and grown stronger after drinking pesticide, he became even more excited. He was different from Tong Yu, whose bloodline was impure.
His Luo Sanpao was a true Light Holy Dragon. It had merely failed to evolve.
His breathing quickened, and his fingers gripped the wheelchair's armrests so hard that his knuckles cracked. "I, Yu Xiaogang, am not trash. I merely lack an opportunity! I just need to awaken my Holy Dragon Bloodline!"
The more he spoke, the more agitated he became. His fingers dug into the armrests, and he did not even notice when his nails broke.
"The formula! Tell me the pesticide formula, quickly! I'll definitely succeed! I'll prove to everyone that I, Yu Xiaogang, am not trash!"
Liu Erlong watched Yu Xiaogang in this state, her eyes reddening. She wanted to speak, but in the end, she could not say a single word.
Yu Xiaogang now looked like a man clutching his last lifeline, except no one knew whether it was poison or medicine.
On the Heavenly Screen, Yin Hongye smiled disdainfully. "It would have been nice if that were true. Later, Qilin Douluo returned home and found that his mother's legs had been broken. She had only one breath left. His mother held on for three years just to see him one more time. By the time he truly returned, she had reached her limit. Three days later, she passed away."
Di Qiuer and Na'er were both stunned. They felt as though they had missed something.
Wasn't this story a little too abrupt?
"The one who did it was the girl he had liked back then."