Song Kunlun stretched out his hand, grabbed the neck of the trembling Song Yun on the ground, then lifted Song Yun up, and turned to walk out of the little vault.
"Your vitality, I must say, is really tenacious."
Song Kunlun tightly squeezed Song Yun's neck and said, "Even like that, it couldn't kill you. Looking at it this way, I finally understand why you always manage to live to the end."
At this moment, Song Yun's consciousness was slowly becoming blurred, partly because of his injuries, and partly because of what he had just drunk.
That thing, whatever it was, made Song Yun feel uncomfortable all over, and the pain was unbearable. This pain made Song Yun's body tremble even more fiercely.
Song Yun didn't know how long this pain would last, but at this moment, he had the feeling that it would be so much better if he just died.
To fall here today would bring relief.
Song Yun's consciousness slowly dissipated once more.
