The silver needle is very thin and light. It vibrates due to external forces. Whether too lightly or too heavily, both can cause it to break or go astray. With the re-concentration of inner strength, Xiao Lin's whole body was surging. With a shout, a flash of silver light cut through, emitting a crisp sound. Jun Zhe suddenly fell down. Hassan could no longer bear it and rushed in from outside, glaring fiercely at the military doctor, unable to utter a single word.
Hassan loved this brother. Perhaps he once said that if there were many brothers and sisters, he would eliminate them one by one. This could be possible, but with Jun Zhe, he might not realize that he could hardly adhere to his original intention.
"In three months, Dragon Soul will send someone to pick up your brother."
