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A beheading meal right from the start.
I'll be damned if I hadn't awoken just in time, huddling at home for another day or two would've seen this ill-fated Young City Lord...gone.
Alas, since I've roused twice already in his body, I suppose that's what you'd call a fateful connection, involving so-called metaphysical cause and effect.
No matter, even if your destiny is the worst possible, I can still turn it around.
" I heard there are demon spirits outside, can you get me some demon spirit hind leg meat? Not too fatty, preferably one that has cultivated for about a hundred or two hundred years," Wu Hen said to the prison guard.
The prison guard displayed a look of surprise upon hearing Wu Hen speak.
For the past few months, the Young City Lord hadn't spoken a word, practically indistinguishable from a madman.
But the Young City Lord still had some mettle, having managed to poison Jiang Jiutao to death.
