Luo Yuan's cries were pitiful, and even in an attempt to save his own life, he promised countless cruel and insane words. Those promises had sunk so low that they were unimaginable, no, there were simply no boundaries.
But he forgot that the metal piece attached to his belly was just a fragment of a sword. Although it naturally had the ability to absorb Spiritual Power and vitality, essentially, it could not understand other people's words. The actions it had previously taken were merely instinctive.
Therefore, no matter how eloquently Luo Yuan spoke here, shedding tears and snot, it did not miss a bit of extracting the vitality from Luo Yuan's body.
However, at this moment, in this well soundproofed office rest area, no matter how loud he yelled, the three people present still couldn't muster even a bit of sympathy.
He brought this upon himself, there was no way he could live.
He Qing turned her head away, unable to bear to look.
