C173 Mute slave

Looking at Tu Cheng's retreating back, I felt an indescribable discomfort in my heart.

Compared to his abilities, I admire his dedication and obsession even more. He, who was forever wearing a zombie face, had only smiled at Huang Rong before. Even if Huang Rong died, he would accompany her corpse for three years.

Both their emotions had already transcended the shackles of life and death