An Xiaoruo was speechless by Gong Jingling's cold words. He could only look at Gong Jingling angrily with wide eyes, because An Xiaoruo never imagined that Sheng Yuye's father would be such a person.
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Gong Jingling glanced at the suppressed An Xiaoruo beside him, and continued to look at Sheng Yuye: "Actually, I didn't expect that we would have such a day. The father's debt should be paid by the son. Since Shengfeng Yin has already
If she dies, then all the insults my mother has endured will have to be paid for by you, the Black Feather Noble, Sheng Yu Ye, Sheng Yu Jie, including all the heirs of the Twelve Nobles!!"
"I really don't know what benefit their death can bring to you. Don't forget that killing someone requires a life. Do you think the patriarch of the Twelve Nobles will let you go? What's more, you have violated the current death organization.
The rules of the death organization, I’m afraid, won’t let you go! Do you think what you are doing now is worthy of the mother in heaven! Is she willing to see you like this!!”
An Xiaoruo hoped that what he said would still have some effect on him. At least, in An Xiaoruo's heart, Gong Jingling was still the boy who simply had the brightest smile in the world. He didn't have the slightest shadow of the underworld's godson. He was completely the same.
A cheerful optimist!
"Shut up! If you say one more thing! I will throw them into the sea one by one to feed the sharks!"
Gong Jingling suppressed the hatred in his heart and said coldly, as if he was telling lies again.
"...you..."
Fortunately, An Xiaoruo didn't speak and kept his mouth shut! Apparently, Gong Jingling was really not joking! It's better not to anger him!
"Sheng Yuye, don't blame me for not remembering the brotherhood we have had for so many years. I will give you a chance now. If you say a complete sentence now, I will let everyone go. If you can't say it, I will...
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A horrifying smile appeared on Gong Jingling's lips, like a call from the God of Death, and the minions of hell were slowly reaching out like Sheng Yuye, trying to tear everything apart.
"How about killing them one by one and letting An Xiaoruo die in front of you in the end?"
Sheng Yuye's blue eyes were filled with anger. Sheng Yuye's hands were clenched tightly, and his nails seemed to be digging into his skin. His silver hair was lifted up by the sea breeze, and fine beads of sweat flowed down his face.
From the forehead, it slowly flowed to the chin. The drops gathered drop by drop and slowly fell on the white shirt, leaving large water marks.
"Do you acquiesce? It doesn't matter, let's start now! I'll give you ten minutes!"
Gong Jingling smiled sarcastically, watching Sheng Yuye's every move silently, and couldn't help but laugh: "Sheng Yuye. So what? Sheng Yuye is not a waste after being poisoned. Now you know that you can't protect him.
Does your beloved feel it??"
Gong Jingling pretended to take out a white handkerchief from his arms, wiped Sheng Yuye's forehead, and said quietly: "Why are you sweating so much? Don't be anxious, the fun is yet to come!"