is like a dying struggle, but also like a prepared sword.,Zhang Ruochen looked at the piles of dead bodies on the ground, frowned and said, "in the past, my identity was different. If I didn't dare to kill me, I naturally didn't need to kill me." However, now it is different. Too many people want to kill me. If I don't make a fuss, I'll be dead. I don't want to die yet. I still have very important things to do, so I have to do something. Maybe you can't help it! ",Jinchuan rushed over and picked up Jin Yeyun's body. He burst into tears and lost his voice.。