“No, listen to me. Your wounds are too serious. You’re also poisoned! If you don’t drink the antidote you’ll really die!” Wang Han wanted to cry. Why is he so determined? How could he say he is fine?

“Die?” Xiang Ning laughed and remained silent. If the poison really worked on me, I would’ve been dead ten minutes ago. He was indeed correct, as the poison merely increased his Experience Points.

But Wang Han interpreted Xiang Ning’s intention in another way. He thought that the boy wasn’t afraid of death. “Are you not afraid of dying?”

“Of course I’m afraid.” But Xiang Ning was still smiling. Smiling straight in the face of death, his bravado had touched everyone...