C698 Young Patriarch Zhu

Blood flowed from Changqiao's stomach, dyeing his clothes red. He leaned against the wall and panted heavily. However, his face was calm as he said: "I promised my friend that I will protect him with my life."

These were not his exact words, but the complete opposite.

The Level Three Expert sighed, "Envying him."

"Why?" Changqiao asked.

"Because he became your friend