C50 Sthenia

The Death God was approaching Lan Xinyue, ignorant and oblivious!

Death was also approaching Little Jie. Unexpectedly!

"How could that be? Bei Yu, are you tired?" You said that as long as there was medicine, you could control Little Jie's illness and let him live to eight or nine years old. And now you tell me he's going to die? " Unable to accept this cruel reality, in Bei Yu's laboratory