The old patriarch chuckled bloodthirstily, clutching his cane tightly without a single shift in his gaze, he sneered at Shi Yuhuan, "I really couldn't see it coming, you actually turned out to be a lovesick fool, thinking about taking her place as the hostage, aren't you?... Fine, Shi Yuhuan, come over and exchange for Song Qinghuan, but I have one condition... you have to injure yourself first, just break one of your arms, I believe that with an arm broken, even if you're skilled, you'll be a obedient hostage!"
"Fine!!" Shi Yuhuan didn't even think before blurting out the word.
As he spoke, his gaze was fixed on Song Qinghuan, the woman he deeply loved. If he couldn't even protect her, what face would he, Shi Yuhuan, have to live in this world?
It would be better to die, better to die!!
"Brother!"
"Boss!"
Shi Annuo and Xia Yang, all of them cried out in horror, hoping to stop Shi Yuhuan.
