Jiang Zebei and Zhu Ziyue looked straight at each other, and his friend's roar, hoarse and desperate voice sounded in his ears.

"No, ahhhh... no!"

"Zi Yue, calm down!" Chen Qishan pressed his legs and shouted at him.

But Zhu Ziyue couldn't hear it at all and was completely trapped in his world.

He was still growling, and the desperate voice came from the boy's mouth, which was heartbreaking and uncomfortable.

Jiang Zebei held Zhu Ziyue's hands with one hand and supported the person from the ground.

His movements were not difficult, and he easily controlled them, and Zhu Ziyue was constantly struggling.

He even ignored the low growls of his friend in his ear, pressed his head and hung down, facing his hands that only left a red mark.

"Zi Yue, open your eyes and take a look. Your hands are still there and your legs are there!"

Jiang Zebei's voice was very loud, not the kind that was particularly harsh.

It's like a pressure from the inside out, with invisible pressure, making people feel the heavy weight in the air.

At this time, Chen Mengtian didn't know that Jiang Zebei was slowly exposing his abilities.

But she had no way to discover it. After all, a modern person would not know that there was such magical force here.

Jiang Zebei broke Zhu Ziyue's demonic barrier with his internal force.

The desperate low growl disappeared, resulting in the teenager's stupid and desperate face.

Zhu Ziyue was supported by Jiang Zebei, and he seemed to be stupid.

His hands are gone.

He even saw his wrist flying in the void when he was cut down.

The stinging pain from his arm then left him with nowhere to hide.

His hands were gone and his arms were broken, and he could no longer write.

This is undoubtedly a huge blow.

Later, the severe pain from his legs made him clearly realize that his legs were also disabled.

He became a completely useless man.

Looking at the friend in front of him, tears kept flowing out of Zhu Ziyue's eyes.

"I've become a useless person, a useless person. I'm sorry for my father, I'm sorry for Xiaoyuan..."

Xiaoyuan is the nickname of Zhu Ziyue's younger brother.

Jiang Zebei gritted his teeth and looked at his desperate face, speechless for a long time.

He couldn't say anything comforting.

This blow was undoubtedly huge for them.

They are very close to death, especially Zhu Ziyue, which is just a little short of it.

Jiang Zebei suddenly raised his head and looked for something around him.

Soon, the arrogant and cold black eyes were placed on Chen Mengtian.

Chen Mengtian seemed to feel the sadness of the boy. The corners of her lips were bent and she showed a harmless smile.

Such a smile is undoubtedly a touch of warmth for Jiang Zebei.

The coldness in his eyes gradually dissipated.

What he experienced this time made him understand.

Jiang Zebei lowered his eyes, looked at Zhu Ziyue on the ground, and said again: "Ziyue, your legs are still there, your hands are there, you are not a useless person, you are not sorry to uncle and Xiaoyuan, you can avenge them."

Seeing that Zhu Ziyue stopped struggling, Chen Qishan let go of his legs.

After Jiang Zebei finished speaking, he followed and said, "Yes, Ziyue, we are all alive, really, with both legs and hands."

After the two of them spoke, Zhu Ziyue slowly calmed down.

He slowly lowered his head.

Seeing his intact hands and his legs that were crushed and broken were actually intact.

But if it weren't for the slight stinging from his legs and wrists, he even thought that everything he had encountered before was just a terrible nightmare.
Chapter completed!