Some people were confused.
Some people were puzzled.
Some people were even more confused.
What was there to laugh at for a dying person?
"Is Samuel a fool?"
"Yes, even he himself admitted that he had paid a heavy price for underestimating the enemy. He is almost dead. Why is he still laughing?"
"This idiot is so funny. He still wants to save face even when he's dead. He's still holding on."
A group of people were pointing and whispering, but they were full of ridicule.
At this time, someone stood up and said something fair, "Don't be too vicious and accumulate virtue. What's wrong with a dying man smiling? Anyway, he is dead. It's better to laugh than cry."
Although he was trying to persuade the others, he was actually mocking Samuel. As soon as he said this, someone immediately echoed, "You're right. He has already lost, and he is not allowed to smile. This shows that we are going too far."
"In fact, it's beyond anyone's imagination that Samuel can persist until now. Although he's an enemy, we have to pay respects to such an enemy. Let alone he just wants to laugh at this time, even if he has other requirements, we should satisfy them."
After saying that, many people nodded. What they said was indeed reasonable.
It was already a miracle that he could hold on until now, no matter who won.
On the side of the white-robed men, several attendants had made way in time after the danger was lifted. However, at this moment, the white-clothed woman was still motionless. She looked at the man and the woman in the air and seemed to have fallen into a daze.
"Cough!"
With a light cough from her attendant, the woman in white finally came to her senses.
"It doesn't look good." The attendant said softly, "I think we'd better leave quickly."
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