"It's your turn!"
Xiao Yi's gaze fell upon Yang Kun.
Thud!
Yang Kun stumbled and fell to the ground. Facing the relentlessly advancing Xiao Yi, his mind was filled with countless voices roaring at him to get up and run, run now before it was too late!
But...
His arms and legs wouldn't obey him.
Weak and numb, his body was drenched in cold sweat.
He simply couldn't get up!
Gurgle!
Yang Kun swallowed hard, looking at Xiao Yi with a face full of despair, "Xiao... Xiao Yi, don't kill me. I'm now the emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty, I can grant you wealth and honor, I can make you the Comrade King, I can even acknowledge you as my adoptive father, please don't kill me, I don't want to die! I've just become the emperor..."
Tap tap tap!
Xiao Yi remained silent, still slowly walking towards him.
Each step resonated with a crisp sound.
That sound, as if imbued with magic power, struck his heart with each step, driving his heartbeat to pound along.
Gurgle!
