The crows in the three thousand worlds will be killed, and all the flowers will be killed when my flowers bloom.

"Brother Song!"

Qi Chen was shocked because Song Zhiyu's body was also covered in blood, as if he had been cut by a black crow he had created.

Song Zhiyu slumped on the ground, shook his head and said: "Don't worry about me, I just don't have enough strength. I forcibly combined the two methods, and the result was backlash. No one will die, but I don't have the ability to fight."

"You can only walk on your own in the future. I was just a drag in the past."

Qi Chen felt grateful in his heart and looked at Song Zhiyu lying in a pool of blood. At this time, I am afraid that an ordinary person could kill him.

"Why don't you go quickly? After you finish your work, hurry up and send me home. They don't have the guts to kill me. After all, I still know a lot of people in the maintenance office."

"Thank you." Qi Chen bowed.

"You are at a funeral!!" Song Zhiyu thought of Qi Chen's words and scolded with a smile. When he raised his head, he had disappeared.

When Qi Chen left, he lay on his back on the ground, turned on his cell phone, and looked through his wife's number.

"Forget it, let's not fight. We'll talk about it later when we get back."
Chapter completed!