Black-Robed Man

Xuan Sheng nodded. "Don't worry, I definitely won't look for you if anything happens."

Shen Xiu sighed softly in his heart and went to help Xuan Sheng prepare the medicine he needed to go out.

In the office, Xuan Sheng looked at the lights downstairs and thought of when his life was on the line.

Actually, at that time, he did not have much desire to live.

Sometimes, when he thought about it, he did not know what meaning there was in living his life. It was as if his death would not affect anyone's life.

Thinking of this, Xuan Sheng felt that there was nothing wrong with lying on the bed.

However, in the chaotic darkness, hearing Xia Wanyuan's voice, Xuan Sheng seemed to have grabbed that light again.

Xuan Sheng sighed softly. "I originally treated you as prey when I returned to China. Now, I'm begging for life and death for my prey."