"Just throw him away. He can't be saved. If we force him to stay, we'll only incur the wrath of the masses." Just when everyone was hesitating, ye Qingling spoke.
The disciples of the ye family all looked like they were struggling. It was really difficult for them to push their clansmen off the platform.
"Kill me! Kill me!" At this moment, the poisoned ye family disciple suddenly roared like a wild beast. He seemed to have realized what kind of ending he was going to face.
"Ye Qiu, after we return, I will arrange for people to take care of your parents, wife, and children. You can rest in peace." Ye Qingling said in a low voice.
Hearing this, the poisoned ye family disciple suddenly calmed down a little. He grinned, but his expression was uglier than crying. The next moment, he resolutely turned around and rushed down the stage.
