"Lo... Lord... spare me... Zuo Yan dares not..."
If he could, Zuo Yan really didn't want to beg Nie Jiuque for mercy, especially now as just a mortal flesh and blood, he couldn't bear to plead, but this bone-piercing, heart-wrenching pain was something no ordinary person could endure.
A thousand years, and he never expected to still be under his control.
Nie Jiuque, just you wait, if I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time, a third time...
While Zuo Yan begged for mercy with his mouth, he was ruthless in his heart, thinking of ways to make Nie Jiuque suffer pain worse than death.
Worse than death, yes, besides that woman, what else can make him life worse than death?
Zuo Yan once again set his sights on Wen Xiao'ai.
Yes, he actually knew most of Nie Jiuque's affairs on this side.
Moreover, he knew long ago.
"Even dare to kill me, what else wouldn't you dare? Hm?"
