Han Sanqian didn't respond, and he didn't have time to respond. The severe pain just wanted to make people die directly, regardless of anything else.
Han Sanqian only had one eye that was still intact, showing his stubbornness and unwillingness to admit defeat, and he was bound to fight to the end.
"Extreme pain is not only dependent on will, but also cannot be resisted by just some mental skills. If this is the case, the cultivation of shit in this world is just waiting for some seniors to leave their unique skills, isn't it enough?
?”
"Remember, the more hardship you endure, the longer you will be able to laugh in the future."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man's figure suddenly disappeared, leaving only Han Sanqian's painful support under the golden screen.
I don’t know how long it took, maybe a few hours, maybe a few days, when the golden light above my head began to gradually fade away, when the branches finally stopped growing.
At this time, Han Sanqian was already lying in the air without any movement.
His whole body has almost no human appearance, and there are branches stretching out everywhere, almost turning him into a half-human, half-plant monster.
The only skin that was left was already dark under the golden light, and it was impossible to see even half of its previous appearance.
The most annoying thing is that Han Sanqian seems to have completely stopped moving, motionless, like a dead person.
The old man appeared slightly, and then came to Han Sanqian's side. He squatted down slightly in front of him, took a closer look, and couldn't help but smile.
"For seven hours, I have been persisting, which is quite interesting."
"From the beginning to the end, you didn't even say half a word of begging for mercy."
"Han Sanqian is quite tough."
Having said this, he stood up and glanced at Han Sanqian on the ground: "Please forgive me, I can still save your life."
"Actually, given your current situation, you should know better than anyone else that your time to live is running out."
Yes, how could Han Sanqian not understand that his current injuries were so serious that he could die at any time?
However, if Han Sanqian is asked to bow his head, there is absolutely no other person in the world besides Su Yingxia.
Especially at times like this.
"Okay, some righteousness will inevitably cost your life. Since you don't want to, let's end it here."
After finishing speaking, he turned around, smiled coldly and disdainfully, and walked slowly towards the distance.
Step by step, watching the old man walking further and further away, Han Sanqian still didn't speak.
He raised his head and glanced at the sky unwillingly. He did not regret his choice, but regretted that he had to bid farewell to the world and Su Yingxia in this way.
But there are some things, no matter how difficult it is to accept, you can always be calm after accepting them.
Gradually, Han Sanqian, who had reached his limit a long time ago, finally closed his eyes quietly and finished his life.
His eyes fell into darkness again, and he no longer had any other consciousness.
Everything ends here.
But suddenly, he suddenly felt something greeting him on his face, and then, a faint warm current slowly flowed in from his touched face.
He felt very comfortable and his consciousness seemed to be able to concentrate. Later, he tried to open his eyes.
Opening his eyes, the old man's face slowly appeared in his sight.
"How is it? You shouldn't die yet, right?" the old man chuckled.
"Don't you want me to die? Now you want to save me?" Han Sanqian looked at him and asked in confusion.
Hearing this, the old man smiled slightly: "Isn't it an easy thing to die alone? For you, killing you is as easy as squeezing an ant to death."
"Did you ever play with ants when you were a kid?"
Hearing this, Han Sanqian quickly understood what he wanted to do, and the little gratitude he felt for saving him instantly disappeared.
He didn't mean to save himself at all, he was just like some people playing with ants when they were children. He could easily take their lives, but it would be pointless.
He will have to play enough and get tired of it, and then he will kill it out of boredom, just like he killed himself.
So, where does the good intention come from?!
"I injected some energy into your body and gave you ten minutes of recovery time. This is basically very good for your recovery. However, you also know what it will mean after this.
"
After saying that, he stood up, looked at Han Sanqian with a disdainful smile, patted his face, and said, "I welcome your begging for mercy at any time."
