"Alright." Leng Changxi was about to chop the mad soldier with his hand as hard as an iron blade, but the young man who led the way suddenly grabbed Leng Changxi's wrist, "Our savior, he is a life after all. How could you decide arbitrarily?"

A glimmer of luck flashed in the eyes of the mad soldier, and Leng Changxi glanced at the young man, "There is always one going to die today. If you can't bear his death, then you get to be dead."

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