"But what I can't figure out is what kind of prophecy makes you feel that one day in the future, my mind will suddenly break, and sacrifice those I care about for your group?"

Langinus glanced at Li Zhen and stroked his ribs with his hands. Blood was flowing out there - he felt that his cold-resistant clothes were warm, as if he had returned to the warm room.

So he sighed comfortably, feeling that the wound seemed to be less painful.

He smiled and shook his head at Li Zhen: "You are a happy person. One day you will know this."

Li Zhen waited for a while, but Longinus stopped talking.

He realized something, walked over and put his hand under his nose - his breathing stopped.

OK. He also sighed in his heart - just like in many TV series, the villain died with a smile, leaving a suspense to the protagonist of glorious justice.

He turned around and flew out of the window. The corpse by the window was soon covered with frost and turned into an ice sculpture.

Dai Bingcheng leaned on a broken marble slab, with a few red copper pieces floating around him, providing him with heat.

When Li Zhen landed in front of him, the blood had soaked the ground beneath him. His left hand was bent at a strange angle, one eye was closed, and his eyelids were bloody and bloody. A whole piece of skin on his left shoulder disappeared, revealing the blood-red muscles below.

His uniform was broken in many places, and blood almost spread throughout his body. It seemed that he had no strength to do anything except using his own psychic energy to maintain body temperature.

When he saw Li Zhen, he smiled weakly: "You talk for a while, I can't wait for you to come."

Li Zhen looked at him with a complicated expression, and finally said nothing and picked him up.

He used the kind of "princess hug". Dai Bingcheng was obviously not used to this posture, but fortunately the blood on his face covered his expression. When the two of them flew into the sky, he whispered in a slight state: "... There is something strange. I doubt they are covering whom they are leaving. I didn't find the first saint."

Li Zhen smiled and said, "I know. I can't run away. Please feel at ease."

Snowflakes fell in the sky. Li Zhen looked up and looked at it. The sky above his head was clear and there were no clouds.

Dai Bingcheng coughed up a mouthful of blood, trying to alleviate the awkward atmosphere between the two: "Sunny snow is rare."

But Li Zhen turned his head again and looked at the base camp of the Gate of Truth, the central area of ​​Murmansk, and shook his head slightly.
Chapter completed!