"You are..."

"Ah!!h

The reporters panicked, and the scene seemed a little noisy.

Sun Wen's face also turned a little pale at this moment.

"Shhh

"Be quiet..."

"Don't interrupt me, the last stretch of the road..."

Sun Wen smiled again and spoke softly.

As his voice fell, everyone present fell silent as if someone had pressed the mute button.

……

Ink Academy.

"!!"

"Sun Wen, this bastard!!"

Zhao Zicheng, who was bored with his mobile phone and was about to rush to the town demon pass, suddenly turned red, gritted his teeth and scolded angrily, got up and left.

"What's wrong?"

Mu Yu, Ah Tai, and Xiao Xiao looked at it with puzzled eyes, and then saw the live broadcast content on other people's phones.

For a moment, the smiles on their faces disappeared, and in exchange, they were absolutely gloomy.

Especially Atai, his eyes were terrifyingly red at this moment.

The green tendons on his body burst out, like an ancient beast, and his body exuded a terrifying aura.

Several people didn't say a word, and they didn't even have any communication with each other, so they rose into the sky in silence and galloped in the direction of Mocheng.

"It's really..."

"Who the hell is it that makes my students..."

"I've been wronged."

"Don't they know, Sun Wen... Is it my biggest benefactor..."

Xu Yuanqing muttered to himself, and as the voice fell, the air condensed into a sea of fire, and the angry cry of the fire phoenix was heard.

When he looked at it again, Xu Yuanqing had disappeared.

……

"Hmm..."

"I am now the Nine Senses, or rather, the peak of the Nine Senses."

"If you put it more rigorously, the pseudo-ten senses..."

"It's more accurate to describe it that way."

"So the aura in my body will automatically repair my heart, so that I won't die in the first place."

"But the only thing I can do with a broken heart is to let myself die more slowly."

"Save, you can't save it."

"I've done the math..."

"Five hours is my limit."

Sun Wen's face was slightly pale.

"Help me move a chair, thanks."

"Standing... A little tired. ”

Sun Wen politely looked at a reporter next to him and said politely.

The reporter nodded ignorantly, and there was no longer any idea of an interview in his mind, so he hurriedly moved a chair in the distance and placed it in front of Sun Wen.

"Thank you."

Sun Wen nodded slightly, held on to the armrest of the chair, and sat down slowly.

The blood was still flowing down the wound, and the word 'indiscriminate killing' had been completely stained red with blood, which was so conspicuous.

"For the rest of my life..."

"I know that if you want to hide, no one will find you."

"I also know that you knew from the beginning that I was lying to you."

"You don't want me to die, you can only choose to disappear by yourself."

"But now, the problem is solved..."

"If you disappear or not, I'll die."

"Actually, before I stood on this rooftop, I was still very apprehensive in my heart, but now... Instead, it calmed down. ”

"Because just now, I still had the right to choose again, and now..."

"The only thing I can do is to enjoy the last five hours of my life quietly."

As he spoke, Sun Wen smiled.

Laughing happily.

It's just that it seems that the smile is involved in the wound, and he coughs violently twice, and his face becomes whiter.

Under this pain, Sun Wen's head lowered slightly, and he kept panting, until a certain moment, when he raised his head, there was already a faint eruption of flames in his eyes.

"So!"

"Won't you come for the rest of your life?"

"Would I rather die here and waste all my aura?"

"In my impression, you are calm, rational, never indecisive in doing things, and will always maximize your interests!"

"And now, I'm sitting here waiting for you!"

"Till death!"

Sun Wen's voice suddenly increased, and he coughed twice again, and the speed at which blood spilled from his heart became more frequent.

The reporters were in a state of panic.

In this war-torn era, they have seen dead people, but the dying man in front of them...

He is the richest man in the Terran race, the youngest Jiujue in the Terran race, and is... Big shot.

Big shot...

Turns out to be dead too...

And in such a decisive way, he committed suicide...

This scene kept hitting their brains.

Even in the major live broadcast rooms, the barrages that were still mocking Sun Wen stopped at this moment, full of incomprehension.

These...

What's going on?

Rest...

What's going on?

High in the air.

Zhao Zicheng always held the mobile phone hard, his face was pale, he gritted his teeth, and constantly improved his speed!

The few people behind him were all the same.

Under the howling wind, the well-designed school uniform is so different.