"I'm fine, master, do you want me to kill this man for you?"
A strong killing intent flashed in Mo Qi's dark eyes.
Behind him, Hong Lian shouted, "Mo Qi, don't kill the Pavilion Master! You dare to kill him!"
Mo Qi's sword-holding hand trembled, but what followed was his fury as he turned to face Hong Lian, "Even if the master spares him, I will kill him right before your eyes!"
Hong Lian cares about this Pavilion Master, more than he cares about me!
Oh no!
This Pavilion Master is indeed someone Hong Lian cares about.
As for me... I simply don't count.
"Heh."
I am just a joke.
Su Yingxue sensed something and comforted him, "Don't worry, this Pavilion Master will definitely die."
She turned to look at Wu Dao, who, exposed to the light, showed hate that was even greater than fear.
His eyes were like an abyss covered in vines, always ready to entangle someone and drag them into darkness.
"Do you think you can kill me?"
