When Gruen finished speaking, Southgate finally couldn't bear it anymore, raised his arms and roared, "It's not fair! This universe is unfair! This Yuan Xingbo can't be the chosen one, right? Wait... this...

…The Chosen One? Damn it! I was wrong!”

puff!

As he was thinking about it, Southgate suddenly became furious and a thick stream of phlegm came out of his lungs and choked his neck.

He huffed repeatedly and had difficulty breathing.

On the other side, Bercow saw that the situation was not good, and was about to activate the emergency medical device next to him, but suddenly felt a chill in his heart. He turned around and looked around with shock on his face.

His brother Gruen is holding a sharp dagger in his hand.

At this time, the dagger passed through the gap in his ribs behind him and stuck directly into his heart.

"Grunn, you...what are you doing?"

Gruen looked at his brother first, then quietly moved to the side, casually pulled off the power supply line of the life-support system next to Southgate's bed, and then shook his head: "Someone has to bear the burden of Uncle Nanxiang and Yuan

The anger of the two Xing Bos. Father, brother, are you trying to shirk your responsibility?"

"You...you..."

Southgate himself was not dead yet, but he had already seen his eldest son fall suddenly.

The old man raised his hand and pointed angrily forward.
Chapter completed!