"Mr. Luo, aren't you..." Qin Huai wanted to say something, but he already realized Luo Jun's breath was getting slower.
His voice was also getting smaller.
Luo Jun stretched his neck.
"But so what, I'm willing to pay the price for my arrogance, so don't expect a happy ending where I successfully cross the tribulation at the last moment."
"This is my play; I'm the screenwriter, the director, and the lead actor. How the play ends is up to me."
"If I say I have to die like this, then I have to die like this."
Luo Jun took a deep breath urgently.
"Chen Huihong, why didn't you tell me how uncomfortable dying is?"
Chen Huihong said innocently, "You know how I died in my past lives. In my first life, I was shot dead, and I've never died peacefully like you. Where did I have the time to say such a long string of last words? I died with a bang, too quickly to say anything."
