chapter 227 investigation of the truth

Tiansha Palace. Southern part. Cella Wang woke up from the pain, there was no trace of blood on her pretty face, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a familiar face staring at her with distressed expression. "Little Lewis Lu..." Cella Wang murmured softly. The spirit is a little trance. Is it hallucination? Isn't he already dead? Could it be that the little Lewis Lu in front of him was a phantom imagined by himself when his consciousness was dying before...