C671 Chapter 671

Luis supported him and let him sit on the bed. His voice softened, "What do you think now?"

Bo Ling was sickly, and his voice was very weak. He had to listen carefully before he could hear him clearly.

"I'm going to die."

He had heard the conversation between Luis and Anjer just now.

Bo Ling knew his own body the best.

Upon hearing this, Luis stared at him and did not reply