In Wu Sang'er's impression, when Jin Liuzi's father died, he didn't cry this exaggeratedly!
Some people with a melancholy look appear like a wounded beast, but at this moment, the giant golden crow embracing Fang Xing was no mere wounded beast, it was like the mother of all wounded beasts. Its large wings tightly hugged the motionless Fang Xing, tears and snot about to drip onto Fang Xing's face, with a pitch of voice long and twisting, far surpassing any operatic performance…
To put it simply, its sorrowful appearance had reached the point where Wu Ying Mountain Daozi, Kong Kong'er, Little Peng King, Wu Sang'er, and others couldn't bear to watch and turned their heads away with a sorrowful expression. Yet Wu Yidian seemed quite sad himself, and after brewing his emotions for a while, he also began to cry, tugging at Fang Xing's pants, wiping his snot and tears on them, making someone gnash their teeth in anger!
"What is going on here..."
