He saw the three people obediently holding tools to help them saw wood and chop down trees. Everyone's eyes were filled with unwillingness and tears.

Zhang Long gritted his teeth.

He Ming snorted coldly and tightened his mink coat tightly.

"Zhang Long, how do you feel?"

The corners of Zhang Long's mouth moved.

"What did you say?"

He Ming couldn't hear what he was saying at all, because Zhang Long was already dying at this moment.

Looking at Zhang Long like this, He Ming's face smiled brighter than Huadu.

"What did you just say? Say it again."

As he spoke, he took two steps forward and put his ear close to it.

At this moment, Zhang Long suddenly opened his eyes.

"ah!"

After a scream, He Ming covered his ears and half-knelt on the ground, blood flowing from his fingers.
Chapter completed!