"What are you doing?" Tang Rao took two steps back, his face filled with horror as he looked at Zhao Chongxiao.
"What am I doing?" Zhao Chongxiao sneered, his old wrinkled face contorting horribly, "Don't you know what I'm going to do? Of course, I'm going to kill you. Being Natasha's man? You, this piece of trash? Ridiculous!"
"You... you... you're so old, could it be... you still want to chase after Natasha?" As Tang Rao spoke, he kept retreating, his eyes filled with terror.
Hearing Tang Rao's words, Zhao Chongxiao first paused, then burst into laughter.
"Ha ha ha, so what if I am? Where am I old? Whatever I set my sights on, whoever touches it dies!" Zhao Chongxiao growled.
"Your hair is all white, you're definitely over a hundred years old. Even if you win Natasha over, she'll just end up a lonely widow. That's really low of you." Tang Rao backed up to the wall, babbling on.
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