Ma Yi winced, his gaunt, old face tightly furrowed, as he gasped with tension.
Hua Zi stared at him, her voice chillingly eerie, "Filthy man, do you know how much you deserve to die?"
That time in the hospital, she had witnessed lightning striking towards Wen Jiaren. If she hadn't appeared in time to push her away, Wen Jiaren would have been struck dead. It had been like that several times, and if that girl hadn't been so lucky, she would have long perished under the curse of the Blood Oath.
Therefore, this man deserved to die!
Ma Yi, his face deathly pale, gritted his teeth and said, "Give me a quick end."
He had given up, only asking for a quick end. He didn't want to be tortured, to ultimately die a tragic death.
