C761 (1/2)

761 Loneliness

Li Fan felt his head hurt, as if there was an electric drill drilling into it. He felt a splitting headache coming on.

He screamed and woke up.

In front of him stood a man. It was none other than Mr. Yang.

Mr. Yang looked at Li Fan, a smile hanging on his face.

”You lost an arm. From today onwards, you are a cripple.”

Li Fan looked at his empty right hand. It seemed that someone had given him a new set of clothes when he was unconscious. It was white in color. The right sleeve was empty. Nothing.

However, Li Fan seemed to be able to vaguely sense the existence of his right hand. This seemed to be what medicine referred to as the feeling of a phantom limb.

Having fallen to such a state, Li Fan lay on the bed with his head empty, not knowing what to think.

Mr. Yang, who was wearing a clean suit and sitting on a nearby chair, was leaning on a gentleman's cane as he spoke to himself in a slow and unhurried manner.

”Look, you are already a cripple. There is no one by your side. But it doesn't matter, you still have me, I'm your best friend. ”

”Shut up.”

Li Fan was extremely impatient.

”You could lose your last friend by talking like this.”

Mr. Yang said, ”Actually, even if you only have one arm, you can still become the strongest. As long as you want to.”

”Get out of my way, I don't need you to jabber on and on.”

Li Fan had a terrible headache. He had lost his right arm, and there was something wrong with his brain.

This Mr. Yang kept appearing in front of his eyes, as if he was real! But Li Fan knew that he was only an illusion, and that it was probably the effect of the inner demons.

This feeling really wasn't good. Li Fan began to feel sad. This was the first time he felt this way.

His mind was still thinking about everything from before, Murong Ying's Fire Cloud Palm, and Murong Bo's sword slash that cut off his arm.

Although he had been possessed by Demonheart at that time, the moment his arm was cut off, Li Fan woke up from the pain and fainted because he had lost his strength.

”Hate?”

Mr. Yang lightly tapped his cane, ”Those people are your enemies. You can kill them at will, but why pity them?”

As he said this, Mr. Yang suddenly picked up something. Li Fan took a closer look and felt his hair stand on end.

That was Murong Ying's bloody head.

With a strange cry, the door was pushed open and the Night Rain Tower rushed in.

”Brother Li, you're awake?”

Mr. Yang sat at the side, leaning on his cane as he looked at the Night Rain Tower with a smile.

”Yes, I've long since woken up, but it's not your turn to pretend to care.”

The Night Rain Tower didn't even look at the Mr. Yang in Li Fan's eyes. He sat next to Li Fan on a chair and pushed Mr. Yang down.

”People these days really don't know how to be polite.”

Mr. Yang shrugged his shoulders and stood aside, watching coldly from the sidelines.

”Sorry, I can only heal your internal injuries, but I can't connect your right hand.”

The Night Rain Tower bowed their heads in apology to Li Fan, ”If there's anything you need, feel free to tell me.” Alliance Master Luo had said that you, Li Fan, would be my person to rely on my sword to smile at Qing Feng. As long as you rely on your sword for survival, no one will be able to touch a single hair on your head. ”

”Help me thank Alliance Head Luo.”

Li Fan slowly sat up, ”But I have an extraordinary escort office. That is my foundation. ”Leaning on the sword may be good, but it's still not a safe place for me, Li Fan, to rest.”

”Brother Li, if you say so, then you're acting like an outsider.”

”Right now, you can recuperate in peace. This is the long ship, Thousand Li Long. We have already entered the sea, so we should return to the headquarters to rely on the sword.”