"Master Jin, Master Jin, I know I was wrong! Please, please spare me! This has nothing to do with me, really, I don't know anything, I don't know anything at all!"
"Grandfather, grandfather, save me, save me, please!"
"I don't want to have my legs chopped off, I don't want my eyes gouged out, and I definitely don't want my organs removed!"
"Grandfather, grandfather! Miao Wu is already dead. Is entering the ancestral hall that important? Do you really have to do this?"
Watching the man so terrified, wailing and screaming miserably as if he were being dismembered alive, Old Miao's face turned ashen in an instant.
Nangong Jin, however, completely ignored the man's pleading. The faintly curved corners of his lips were as coldly menacing as Shura's, while his glittering peach blossom eyes radiated a chilling hostility, as if he were merely watching a farcical performance.
He raised his eyebrow and glanced at Old Miao disdainfully, spitting out three words, "Play with me?"
