"Isn't it good to live well? Why court death!"
Xiao Yi heaved a sigh.
The enchanting woman was taken aback, her grip on Ying's hand growing even stronger, her nails digging deep into her neck, making Ying nearly unable to breathe, "I know you're strong, but this little girl is in my hands now. If you dare to mess around, I'll crush her first!"
Ying, not wanting Xiao Yi to worry, pursed her lips tightly and endured the severe pain, "Brother, don't worry about me, I, I'm not hurting..."
Seeing this, the middle-aged man also got up from the ground and stood beside the enchanting woman, looking at Xiao Yi and the others with an air of confidence, "Damn it, you actually forced me to kneel before you. Listen up, all three of you, kneel before me this instant and slap yourselves!"
"Bro, brother, don't, don't kneel..."
Ying's face was filled with defiance, "Ying is very, very happy to have known brother. Brother, don't be sad for me, you, you should leave quickly..."
"Shut up!"
