Jiang Zebei and Zhu Ziyue looked at each other, and his friend's roaring, hoarse, and desperate voice sounded in his ears.

"Don't, ahhh...... Nope! ”

"Ziyue, calm down!" Chen Qishan pressed his leg and yelled at him.

But Zhu Ziyue couldn't hear it at all, and completely fell into his world.

He was still roaring, and the voice of despair came from the boy's mouth, and it was uncomfortable to listen to.

Jiang Zebei held Zhu Ziyue's hands with one hand and propped the person up from the ground.

His movements were not difficult, he easily controlled them, and kept moving Zhu Ziyue, who was struggling.

Ignoring the whispering of his friend in his ear, he lowered his head and left only a red mark on his hands.

"Ziyue, open your eyes and take a good look, your hands are still there, and your legs are also there!"

Jiang Zebei's voice was very loud, not the kind that was particularly harsh.

It's like it's from the inside out, with a coercion, making people feel the heaviness in the air invisibly.

At this time, Chen Mengtian didn't know that Jiang Zebei was slowly revealing his ability.

It's just that she can't find out, after all, a modern person, how can she know that there is such a magical force here.

Jiang Zebei used internal force to break Zhu Ziyue's magic barrier.

The low roar of despair disappeared, and the young man's stupid and desperate face was exchanged.

Zhu Ziyue was supported by Jiang Zebei, and the whole person was like a fool.

His hand was gone.

Cut off, he even saw his wrist, flying up in the void.

Then the stabbing pain in his arm left him with nowhere to hide and nowhere to hide.

His hand was gone, his arm was broken, and he could no longer write.

This is undoubtedly a huge blow.

Later, the sharp pain in his leg made him clearly realize that his leg was also useless.

He became a complete waste.

Looking at his friend in front of him, tears kept flowing from Zhu Ziyue's eyes.

"I've become a waste, I'm a waste, I'm sorry for my father, I'm sorry for Xiaoyuan......"

Xiaoyuan is the nickname of Zhu Ziyue's younger brother.

Jiang Zebei gritted his teeth, looked at his desperate face, and was speechless for a long time.

He couldn't say anything comforting.

This time the blow is undoubtedly huge for them.

They were very close to death, especially Zhu Ziyue, who was just a little close.

Jiang Zebei suddenly raised his head, looking for something around.

Soon, the arrogant and indifferent black eyes were placed on Chen Mengtian's body.

Chen Mengtian seemed to feel the sorrow of the young man, and the corners of her lips curled, revealing a harmless smile.

Such a smile is undoubtedly a touch of warmth for Jiang Zebei.

I saw the coldness in his eyes gradually dissipate.

What he experienced this time made him understand something.

Jiang Zebei lowered his eyes, looked at Zhu Ziyue on the ground, and said again: "Ziyue, your legs are still there, your hands are also there, you are not a wasted person, you are not sorry for your uncle and Xiaoyuan, you can avenge them." ”

Seeing that Zhu Ziyue was no longer struggling, Chen Qishan let go of his legs.

After Jiang Zebei finished speaking, he followed: "Yes, Ziyue, we are all alive, really, our legs and hands are all there." ”

After the two spoke, Zhu Ziyue slowly calmed down.

He lowered his head slowly.

Seeing the intact hands, as well as the legs that he felt crushed and broken, they were also intact.

It's just that if it weren't for the slight tingling in his legs and wrists, he even thought that everything he had encountered before was just a terrible nightmare.