"My life is in your hands, you can take it anytime! I only have one request, after I die, cremate me and bury me on a southwest-facing mountain. Then I can look at Xiqi Country, at my hometown."
Murong Qinglian lifted her head, her eyes closed, her eyelashes trembled slightly with fear, yet she pretended to be calm on the surface. Seeing Murong Qinglian like this, Misha laughed and put his gun away.
"Heh, heh, I won't kill you..."
Upon hearing Misha's words, Murong Qinglian opened her eyes, looking at Misha incredulously. She couldn't believe that Misha would let her go. She had just seen a strong killing intent in Misha's eyes. He was definitely capable of killing her!
"There are many ways I can make someone die, but I am better at making someone feel worse than death!"
Before Murong Qinglian could fully understand, a flash of silver light burst in Misha's hand, and two bone needles were driven into her shoulder blades.
"Ah..." The bone-deep pain made Murong Qinglian scream.
