"Originally I planned to kill you, but since you dared to set your sights on Lingyu, I can only turn you into an eternal slave." Lin Tian calmly glanced at Zhang Zhicheng, a sinister smile flickering at the corner of his mouth. "Sometimes, living is harder than dying."
"Slave? Are you joking? What era is this? Whether I'm a slave or not, I don't know, but I do know that the one begging on their knees must be you." Zhang Zhicheng laughed dismissively with contempt.
With a bang, Lin Tian threw the bag onto the ground, Jiang Chen's Body tossed like a sandbag, the two women curious about his reaction. Zhang Zhicheng was momentarily stunned, but then thought maybe Lin Tian was intimidated by his words, giving in.
But the thought had just surfaced when a gust of wind suddenly blew by; mountain breezes at night were normal. In this moment of neglect, a hand already grabbed his neck from behind and lifted him up.
