So Zhang Liang slowly opened his eyes and said affirmatively to everyone.

"Bai Qi is not dead, and he still has a breath." "Not dead yet?" Hearing what Zhang Liang said, everyone was surprised. Although this news is shocking, based on the trust in Zhang Liang, no one doubts right or wrong. So when their eyes fell back to the front and saw the charred corpse trembling on the ground, they no longer felt the horror of the corpse, but felt a kind of dying and stubborn struggle.

Bai Qi is not dead, he is still struggling with a residual breath! At this moment, Mozi was already silent. Hearing the news that Bai Qi was still alive suddenly gave birth to a kind of expectation in his painful eyes, a huge expectation of life.

So that's it...... Aren't you even dead...... I was so ruthless at that time, I should have died...... But the body is still moving, and there is still a trace of life...... And a glimmer of life! Through the cold and hard mecha, hot tears soaked Mozi's entire face. At this moment, he no longer thought about the past crimes, nor did he dwell on his moral position, he almost emptied all the distractions in his mind, and the whole person was only left with the expectation of life in his eyes.

"Bai Qi is not a corpse, Bai Qi still has a breath!" Tears continued to flow from his eyes, almost blurring Mozi's vision. Although he killed Bai Qi with his own hands, when he heard the news that Bai Qi still had a breath, he felt a great joy in his heart, and he was so glad that all his previous emotions had been forgotten.

In fact, deep in Mozi's heart, he really didn't want to kill Bai Qi! Just like Bai Qi treats him as his only friend, and he can't kill him until death, he also regards Bai Qi as a real friend, and he doesn't want to kill Bai Qi at all! It's just reason, it's just that too strong reason and faith support him, making him, a man who has never killed anyone, also kill his own friends.

But if he has reached such a desperate point, but Bai Qi still has a breath left, then there is no need to continue the struggle. That's the will of heaven, and the will of heaven wants to keep Bai Qi alive. "Enough is enough...... Mozi cried out in his heart, tears as if flowing from his eyes to his heart. The War Demon Armor has been completely destroyed, and Bai Qi has also received enough punishment, all the blood debts and sins in the past should end here, if Bai Qi can still live now, it will be his life!

So Mozi let go of Bai Qi in his heart, and also let go of himself, he now just hopes with all his heart, hoping that Bai Qi can hold on to his last breath, survive again, and live again - even if he is paralyzed and half dead for the rest of his life, he is willing to do his best as a friend and take care of him until he dies. Through the lenses and tears, Mozi's gaze fell tightly on Bai Qi's charred body, watching Bai Qi in the dark night, on the cold ground, constantly trembling and wheezing, and even moving his crippled limbs, desperately trying to crawl. The bleak wind blew from the surface of the river, blowing through Mozi's hard mecha and through the white, burnt skin. The wind kept blowing, as if it had washed away their friendship for more than ten years between life and death.

Mozi only hoped that Bai Qi would be able to survive his life, and he wanted to catch up in a few steps to help Bai Qi, but he was afraid that his sudden movement would tremble to Bai Qi's last breath. So he didn't dare to move a step, and he didn't even dare to breathe fast, so he could only stare at it, staring, and looking forward to Bai Qi being able to get up from the ground again. At the same time, Ying Zheng, who was entrenched at the end of the night dome with the body of a candle dragon, was also staring at Bai Qi on the ground with the eyes of the dragon's bright pupils.

In fact, Ying Zheng has always been quietly staring at Bai Qi. From the moment he saw Bai Qi's corpse with his own eyes, he had wasted nearly three minutes on this, but the whole person was still surprisingly quiet, and he didn't move anything except to drop his arrogant gaze, and even the previous anger and resentment were temporarily put down. And just like before, with the hearing of the magnitude of the candle dragon, Ying Zheng also heard Zhang Liang's voice from the ground, and knew that Bai Qi was still alive now. Unlike everyone on the ground, Ying Zheng did not show the slightest surprise, but felt that it was expected. Compared with others, he knows better what kind of person Bai Qi is. Although a person's life and death have little to do with what kind of person he is, if Bai Qi really died like this when he was not there, it would actually surprise him. It is precisely because of this that he has been staring at Bai Qi, wanting to see the last face of this loyal minister who only has a trace of his life left. Bai Qi was still desperately crawling on the ground, he wanted to climb, and the only thought of life was beating in the cold dying brain, inspiring him to struggle with death, with his body, and with the ground.

He still tried to get up from the ground, even to straighten his back, to lift his head, and then to stand up firmly and strongly—but most of his body joints were destroyed, and his fingers, which were as fragile as rusty tubes, could not support his arms from the ground, no matter how hard he tried. As for getting up, it's a more difficult thing to do.

The current Bai Qi is no longer as powerful as it once was. No matter the strength of his will or the impulse of his instinct, there is no power that can make him stand as he once did. Although there was still a breath hanging in his throat, he actually flickered in tears with the dead man, and continued to fall along the scorched black of his face, and Bai Qi stared at the golden red in the night sky, desperate to make a sound.

"No ......" he kept pulling his necrotic throat, cracking his mouth to tell Ying Zheng this answer, he didn't regret it, he never regretted it. But even if he tried his best to make a sound, it was still so small, falling in the dust, he couldn't hear anything at all. It's as if he is just performing a sincere pantomime, winning the audience's sympathy without saying a word. Until the end, Yingzheng didn't hear any answer from Bai Qi, but perhaps, he didn't need to hear it anymore.

In that starless and moonless night, the eyes of the dragon's bright pupils were deeply focused, staring at the four white eyes of blood and tears, which turned white in the night. Until the end, Bai Qi was still holding on to his undispersed breath, desperately trying to make his voice heard. There is no need to answer. Ying Zheng turned his low gaze, and Long Zhiming's pupils no longer looked at the dying and struggling Bai Qi.

But Bai Qi was still struggling, desperately clutching his fingers, even if he could only squirm in place after he died and came back to life, he still struggled. With that breath in my throat, there is no intention of giving up.

As for his eyes, the four eyes that were still desperately open until the end had been staring at the golden red of the night sky, or more precisely, at the bright, dragon-like pupils. He didn't know what the golden red meant, or what the legendary candle dragon looked like, but he recognized the eyes.

He recognized it accurately, and he never forgot it until he died. That's Yingzheng's eyes, that's the dragon's bright pupils! Therefore, the one who flies above the night sky and stares at him is Yingzheng.

(End of chapter)