C218 Tyrant's Note the King of Violence Has Provoked the Great General of Rebellion

The young man was lying on the bed, holding his breath. The black blood at the corner of his mouth had already soaked his white inner shirt, and his pupils dilated. There was no one above the young man, and it was unknown where he was looking. Then, he said softly: "I. . . Hate it. . . You. . . " Finally, he slowly closed his gray-blue eyes and completely lost his breath