Chapter Five Hundred Fifty-Six
Thinking of the old woman's vindictiveness, Xiaoshan knew there would be no good end if he fell into her hands.
If his balls got shattered, they were shattered; that was still better than losing his life. Besides, falling into the hands of these Sorcerers wasn't simply about dying easily—if they really wanted to torment him, it would be a fate worse than death.
"Don't, don't, please don't kill me," Wu Wei screamed out loud.
"Humph! Daring to offend the master, it's already too late for you," Ma Lei said as she forcefully pried open Wu Wei's mouth to cut out his tongue. Now she was all about self-preservation, wishing she could appear even more sycophantic in front of the master. As for Wu Wei, he was nothing to her.
Lan Wan'er waved her hand, "Wait a minute."
Ma Lei quickly stopped.
"Do you really want to live?" Lan Wan'er's eyes twinkled with a mocking light.
