"Almost like this, then."
Sikong Jing squinted his eyes at Lang Yizhan and then burst out menacingly, "Don't write it, you die!"
Lang Yizhan's whole body trembled violently, desperately wanting to vomit blood, but when facing Sikong Jing's cruel eyes to the extreme, he felt as if a Fierce Beast pinned him down and threatened his life at any moment.
Finally, he dared not resist and humiliatedly untied the Xuantian Giant Seed, then wrote the letter.
After Sikong Jing checked it for errors, he commanded, "Now, send the letter out."
Lang Yizhan trembled all over again, staring viciously at Yisuo.
However, Sikong Jing's claw was already pressing on the top of his skull, leaving him no choice but to send the letter out.
He then sat down like a dead dog, constantly vomiting blood, whether from injuries or rage, it was hard to tell.
At this moment, Yisuo approached and said, "Third brother..."
