"Sikong Jing..."
From a distance, Yuwen Guan saw Sikong Jing on the city wall, clad in battle armor.
His voice squeezed out through his teeth, meticulously planned only to end in a disastrous retreat. One could only imagine Yuwen Guan's rage, having killed countless men these days, yet still unable to quench his fury!
Without personally chopping off Sikong Jing's head, his deep-seated hatred would not be appeased.
Meanwhile, a giggling laughter also echoed, it was none other than Yan Ruyu.
"Brother Jing, you really resemble Undying Little Strong, but have you been longing for death these days?"
"Have you dreamt of flaying me alive, I wonder how ugly your beloved wife looked before she died?"
"Did she look like a ghastly ghost even in death?"
"Hahaha..."
Although Yan Ruyu had been driven away by the terrifying human-shaped demon beast, the thought of Su Yuexi taking the Hundred Herbs Thousand Insects Soup and Sikong Jing watching his wife turn hideous until death...
