"You damn fool, you're really tired of living, aren't you? Daring to pluck hair from the tiger's mouth? Hmm!?" Qiao Junlie's voice was overcast with anger. Let him die!
"Pain... it hurts! ... Qiao Junlie... let… let go!" Murong Jun begged.
Listening to the intermittent pleas from the other, Qiao Junlie snorted coldly without concern. But their proximity was so close that he could even feel the orchid-like breath of the other.
