"Aunt. I believe in Su Chen. He can save me." Zhao Lingxi's face was full of tears as she looked at Zhao Funí: "Besides, aunt, even if I listen to you, I can only live for three more years at most. Do you have a way to let Lingxi continue living? Since that's the case, why not let Lingxi give it a try?"
Zhao Funí didn't say a word.
But she suddenly fell into loneliness.
She seemed to age a bit in that instant.
The previous moment's dominance, madness, bloodthirstiness, coldness, etc., were gone.
She sighed, raised her hand, and pointed to the young woman beside her whose skin was covered with black capillaries: "Do you know who she is?"
"Sister Leng." Zhao Lingxi said.
"Yes! She's your Sister Leng. But do you know her full name? Her name is Leng Caiyi. Even Leng Caiyi can't cure you, so tell me, who else in Great Luo Heaven can cure you?" Zhao Funí was clearly in a breakdown. She shouted angrily, tears rolling down her face.
At that moment.
Around them.
