Wen Xian and Li Zaijun stood there, one with slightly disheveled long hair, looking embarrassed but standing quietly, while the other, with tear-red eyes, bit her lips tightly and kept wiping the tear streaks on her face with the back of her hand.
Li Zaijun had never seen such a formation; although she was frightened, it was the image of the three of them embroiled in danger that caused her the most pain, the most collapse.
Because she couldn't accept something happening to them.
One was her pregnant sister-in-law, the other her own brother.
The unknown was the greatest fear; she dreaded how people who were still alive just a moment ago could end up as cold corpses because of these heartless and deranged situations.
And Jin Fan, though kneeling on the ground, smiled with a hint of evil, looking at them and suddenly shouted, "He can only save one of you, let's see whom he will choose...!"
