Upon noticing Luo'er's arrival, Azita instinctively tried to escape. However, his palm was firmly nailed to the wooden board by the dagger, and his calf had been shot. He was utterly drained of energy to escape. Not to mention escaping, if he doesn't get treatment in time, he might not even be able to save his life.
"Why are you so fearful of me?" Luo'er laughed, his expression then turned cold again.
The throbbing pain from his palm and calf caused Azita's facial muscles to twitch intermittently. Cold sweat streamed down his forehead. He glanced at Luo'er, whose expression was unpredictable, then at Cheng Ziang, who was toying with the dagger, having a malicious delight in his eyes. The despair and fear suddenly enveloped his body, that he was no longer afraid.
"Mr. Luo'er, Lord Luo'er, it's been a while…" Azita's face twitched, as he looked at Luo'er in despair.
