Chapter 103: Past Events: Storm is Coming 2

Tuoba Zhi , who had become extremely emaciated, lying on the edge of the bed, vomiting mouthfuls of sticky, fishy black blood.

"Brother Tuoba!"

Lingjun screamed, rushed to the bed in two or three steps, supported Tuoba Zhi's body and asked anxiously:

"Brother Tuoba, how could you be so seriously ill? Didn't you say you would get better?"

The painful bones of his hands reminded Lingjun of a fact that he had to admit: Brother Tuoba was even sicker than he was six months ago.

If there was still a glimmer of hope for Tuoba Zhi half a year ago, then there is no glimmer of hope for Tuoba Zhi now , and he is completely hopeless.

But the man was right in front of him, his eyes were open and he was breathing, and his hand could still touch his weak body temperature. How could Lingjun convince himself to accept this cruel fact?

"An, Brother An, you're here... I thought, I thought it was too late to see you again..."

After Tuoba Zhi vomite