The desperation in the girl's eyes flowed down with her continually falling tears.
"Brother Xiliang, will you end my life with your own hands?" Long Xingkui asked him with a choked voice.
Long Xiliang faced the stunning girl, whose face was streaked with tears, his own still as if encased in ice.
His emotions were always scarce, and he couldn't summon a shred of sympathy for Long Xingkui.
Long Xingkui's pleading would not awaken any softness in his heart.
He once thought Long Xingkui was pure and innocent, offering him respect and admiration.
Because of her harmlessness, Long Xiliang had allowed her to visit the Seventh Son Island, ignoring her fondness for being by his side.
But she had hidden it too well!
She had long mastered Long Xiliang's abilities, disguising herself in front of him all these years.
End her life with his own hands?
No.
"Dirty hands." He was not one for words to outsiders, and these two words were enough to express his attitude toward Long Xingkui.
