Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

or every victory we have, at least ten more people in Sanshan City can live. " Yang Xinyong's eyes were clearly red, he lowered his head: "As long as we perform well..."He felt guilty about his defeat...ight sound.But in the eyes of the strong, it is slow, and in the ears of the strong, it is loud.That was a slight hiss that cut through the air....but it can surge powerfully in listening comprehensio...