Qiu Zimo shrugged indifferently, "It doesn't matter. If I die, your woman will lead me on the road to the netherworld, so I'm not lonely."
Damn it.
Ye Que abruptly stood up, strode forward, and with a swing of his hand, in the blink of an eye, his fingers were fiercely embedded in Qiu Zimo's neck.
His eyes were ferocious, his face twisted, and he gritted his teeth, "Do you really not fear death?"
Qiu Zimo tilted his head back, laughing scornfully, "Afraid, who isn't afraid of death, but I believe you won't kill me. If you do, it's as good as killing Chi Zaozao personally. Could you bear watching such a cute and beautiful girl meet a tragic fate?"
Damn it.
Ye Que flung his arm and indeed, in anger, let go. He turned around, his back straight and rigid, "Fine, I'll meet all your demands, but if she suffers the slightest discomfort, I will make sure you pay a thousand times more painful a price."
