"…Ah," Wang Xiao murmured, scratching his chin as if suddenly remembering an unpaid bill.
"About that…"
He lifted his gaze leisurely toward the two frantic crimson eyes hanging in the firmament, lips curving into an almost gentle smile, one that made people die very unpleasantly.
The Yang Faction Great Lord finally cracked.
[SPEAK!]
His voice thundered like a collapsing hell-realm, fury tearing through the void.
[As long as you release Lian'er, I shall allow you to depart with your soul intact!]
"Hm?"
Wang Xiao blinked.
Originally, he had planned to pretend, dangle the girl like bait, twist the knife slowly, maybe watch a Great Lord beg a little more. But hearing that lofty, condescending tone…
His eyelids twitched.
"…Is that so?" he said softly. "Then I'm afraid you're going to be very disappointed."
He paused deliberately.
Let the silence ferment.
"I cooked her," Wang Xiao continued casually, like discussing lunch.
"And I ate her."
"!!"
The sky froze.
