So Zhang Liang slowly opened his eyes and said affirmatively to everyone.

"Bai Qi is not finished dead, but he is still breathing a breath." "Isn't he finished dead?" Everyone was surprised when he heard what Zhang Liang said. Although the news was amazing, based on his trust in Zhang Liang, no one doubted right or wrong. So when their eyes fell forward and saw the burnt corpse trembling on the ground, they no longer felt the horror of the corpse, but felt a dying and tenacious struggle.

Bai Qi was not dead, and he was still struggling with a breath of breath! At this moment, Mo Zi was already silent. Hearing the news that Bai Qi was still alive, a kind of expectation suddenly appeared in his painful gaze, a huge expectation for life.

So that's it... Isn't dead yet... I was so heartless at that time, I should have died... But my body was still moving, and there was still a trace of life... there was a trace of life! Through the cold and hard mecha, the hot tears soaked Mo Zi's entire face. At this moment, he no longer thought about the past crimes and no longer had to worry about his moral stance. He almost threw away all the distracting thoughts in his mind, and only the expectation for life in his eyes was left.

"Bai Qi is not a corpse, Bai Qi still breathes!" Tears kept flowing out of his eyes, almost blurring Mo Zi's vision. Although he killed Bai Qi with his own hands, when he heard the news that Bai Qi still breathes, he felt a great gratitude in his heart, and he was so glad that he forgot to do all his emotions before.

In fact, deep in Mozi's heart, he really didn't want to kill Bai Qi! Just like Bai Qi treats him as his only friend and can't kill him, he also treats Bai Qi as a real friend and doesn't want to kill Bai Qi at all! It's just rationality, but too firm reason and belief support him, so that he, a person who has never killed anyone, also kills his friends.

But if he had already achieved such an extreme level, but Bai Qi still had a breath, there would be no need to continue fighting. That is the will of heaven, and the will of heaven would make Bai Qi survive. "It's enough..." Mo Zi shouted in his heart, tears seemed to flow from his eyes to his heart. The war magic armor had been completely destroyed, and Bai Qi was also punished enough. All the blood debts and sins in the past should end here. If Bai Qi could still live in vain now, it would be his life!

So Mo Zi let Bai Qi go in his heart and let himself go. He just hoped that Bai Qi could hold on to his last breath, survive and live again. Even if he was paralyzed and half-dead in the second half of his life, he was willing to do his best to take care of him until he died. With lenses and tears, Mo Zi's eyes fell tightly on Bai Qi's burnt body, watching Bai Qi tremble and panting in the dark night on the cold ground, and even moved his disabled limbs, trying desperately to get up. The bleak wind blew from the river, blew Mo Zi's hard mecha, and blew Bai Qi's burnt skin. The wind kept blowing, like washing their friendship for more than ten years between life and death.

Mo Zi only hoped that Bai Qi could hold his life down. He wanted to catch up a few steps and help Bai Qi with some force, but he was afraid that his sudden movement would tremble to Bai Qi's last breath. So he did not dare to move at a single step, and he didn't even dare to breathe quickly. He could only stagnate his eyes and watch and expect that Bai Qi could get up from the ground again. At the same time, Ying Zheng, who was entrenched at the end of the night sky with his body in the dragon's body, was also bent down at the bright pupil of the dragon and staring at Bai Qi on the ground.

In fact, Ying Zheng was always staring at Bai Qi quietly. From the moment he saw Bai Qi's body with his own eyes to now, he had wasted nearly three minutes of it, but he was still surprisingly quiet. He did not move except to drop his arrogant eyes, and even temporarily let go of his anger and resentment. Just like before, with the hearing of Zhulong, Ying Zheng also heard Zhang Liang's voice from the ground, knowing that Bai Qi was still alive now. Unlike everyone on the ground, Ying Zheng did not show any surprise, but felt that it was not expected.

Among them, he knows better what kind of person Bai Qi is. Although a person's life and death are not related to what kind of person he is, if Bai Qi really dies like this when he is not here, it will actually surprise him. It is precisely because of this that he keeps staring at Bai Qi, wanting to see the final face of this loyal minister who has only a trace of life left. Bai Qi is still crawling desperately on the ground. He wants to crawl, and only a trace of life is beating in his cold and dying mind, inspiring him to struggle with death, body, and ground.

He also wanted to get up from the ground, even erect his back, raise his head, and then stand firmly and strongly - but most of his limbs and joints were destroyed, and his fingers that were as fragile as rust tubes could not support his arms from the ground. As for getting up, it was even more difficult and distant.

Bai Qi is no longer as powerful as before. No matter the strength of his will or the impulse of instinct, he has no power to stand like he used to. Although he still had a breath hanging in his throat, he actually flashed in tears with the dead, falling along the charred face. Bai Qi stared at the golden red in the night sky, desperately trying to make a sound.

"No..." He kept tugging his dead throat and cracking his mouth to tell Ying Zheng this answer. He didn't regret it, he never regretted it. But even the sound he made was still so small that he fell into the dust and could not hear anything. It was as if he was just performing a sincere pantomime, winning the sympathy of the audience without saying a word. Until the end, Ying Zheng did not hear any Bai Qi's answer, but perhaps he didn't have to hear it anymore.

In that star-free night, Long Zhimingtong's eyes were deeply focused, staring at Bai Qi's four blood-swept eyes, which were white in the night. Until the end, Bai Qi was still holding a breath of undissipated air, trying desperately to make his own voice. There was no need to answer. Ying Zheng turned his low eyes, and Long Zhimingtong no longer looked at the dying Bai Qi.

But Bai Qi was still struggling, gripping his fingers desperately. Even after he died, he could only squirm on the spot. He still struggled. He held that breath in his throat and had no intention of giving up.

As for his eyes, the four eyes that were still desperately opening their eyes to the golden red in the night sky, and to be more precise, they were staring at the bright, dragon-like pupils. He didn't know what the golden red meant, nor did he know that the legendary Zhulong looked like this, but he recognized those eyes.

He recognized the correct ones and never forgot until his death. That was Ying Zheng's eyes, that was the dragon's bright eyes! So, the one who flew above the night sky and stared at him was Ying Zheng.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!