Lai Jianlin chuckled playfully, there was indeed a bit of mischief in him.
Luo Yaxuan knew that only he was aware of this side of his brother; people from their distinguished clans were not so easily bullied.
The more Ding Ling looked at Lai Jianlin, the deeper her affection grew. Today, the man she admired had saved her, appearing just when she was about to despair. Such a man would be adored by any woman.
Her gaze fixed intently on Lai Jianlin, her eyes brimming with deep affection. In front of so many men, she resembled a bashful bride.
"Junior Brother, don't be soft-hearted, hurry up and kill this man. He wanted to refine both of us into puppets and even considered making Junior Sister a cauldron; this person is truly detestable."
Mo Wen glared fiercely from within the light circle at that heap of mud, not wanting Lai Jianlin to show mercy and let this man go, lest he cause harm to others in the future.
"Great heroes, I beg you to spare me; I'll never dare to do it again."
