Chapter Seven Hundred Forty-Nine
"Shangguan Baihe, you've become more and more presumptuous!"
Situ Jin pounced onto the bed, pinned Shangguan Baihe down, and choked her throat with one hand, snarling, "Dare to talk to me like that!"
Shangguan Baihe's throat was clasped, her face turning red, her breathing somewhat difficult, but her eyes were filled with scorn, and she loudly mocked, "Situ Jin, if you have the guts, choke me to death. Trash is trash; even if I let you, could you even manage it? You impotent eunuch."
"You're asking for death!"
Situ Jin bellowed.
With both hands, he clenched Shangguan Baihe's throat fiercely.
Shangguan Baihe couldn't breathe, her eyes bulging, mouth wide open, desperately struggling.
Venom spewed from Situ Jin's eyes as he choked Shangguan Baihe's throat mercilessly. After all, Shangguan Baihe was a woman and couldn't break free from Situ Jin, her limbs gradually weakening.
Long Xiaoshan's eyes flashed with a golden light.
