Yang Zhiqiang already had his eyes closed, ready to face his own death. Just in the next second, Ming Zixin's grip on his neck grew extremely tightened, making him grimace both from pain and suffocation. It seemed like he was going to get a quick death though.
Right now, there's almost nothing for Yang Zhiqiang to feel attached even if he was going to die right in the next second. Yang Zhiqiang was not sure whether his dad would even bother to shed tears for him after he died. His elder sis would cry for sure but maybe only fake tears. As to his eldest brother, he might be both angered and sad. But, as a young general, his brother was naturally good at controlling his emotions. He'll be fine just in a few days.
But, as for his little Xiang....would he really be fine? Despite possessing such a pretty body with silvery scales, his little demonic beast was so troublesome and naughty. It wouldn't be that easy for his little snake to find a new master after he died.
