Zhao Funí took a deep look at Su Chen without saying a word, and walked towards Su Chen and Zhao Lingxi.
Zhao Lingxi stood up, holding Su Chen tightly. She was cautious, afraid that when Zhao Funí came near, she might suddenly strike and kill Su Chen.
"No need to be so nervous." Su Chen patted Zhao Lingxi's head and smiled. He could sense if Zhao Funí had murderous intent. At least at this moment, Zhao Funí seemed to have lessened her intention to kill him—perhaps because his mention of the 'Remnant Demon Bloodline' had scared Leng Caiyi and also Zhao Funí.
Very soon.
Zhao Funí arrived in front, face to face.
"Lingxi, are you really decided?" Zhao Funí's emotion inexplicably calmed down as she asked softly.
"Decided." Zhao Lingxi nodded heavily, "Aunt, this is my choice. All these years, because of my strange illness, you've been tired, and I've been tired too. In fact, if it weren't for worrying about you, Aunt, Lingxi would have chosen death, chosen release long ago."
