However, upon further reflection, she realized that if this man had been willing to conceal his identity and serve the Fifth Prince for many years, why would it be strange for him to die for him? In the end, she had underestimated her enemy, thinking that removing the poison from his mouth was all it took, tsk.
Looking at the Fake Monk who seemed eager to meet his death, she couldn't help but sigh, "You don't know, do you? Biting your tongue doesn't necessarily lead to death.
But since you enjoy torturing yourself, I won't stop you.
If you don't believe me, just stay here and see whether you die first or I take down this place first.
Right, what if someone gives in under pressure? Wouldn't that mean your sacrifice was in vain? What a shame, from now on, we might have to deal with people who can't keep their mouths shut."
Bai Junjun spoke with schadenfreude, and the Fake Monk nearly died from anger, his tongue bleeding even more profusely.
