This is not the worst. Perhaps to prevent him from biting his tongue and committing suicide, when he opened his mouth, a black hole appeared.
His teeth had been pulled out one by one.
To describe him as neither human nor ghost is no exaggeration.
Seeing Huangfu Yuxuan walking over, the man lifted his head. One of his eyes was blind, blood flowing from it. The other eye held something between despair and hope — very strange. He stared at Huangfu Yuxuan, hoarsely shouting, "Second Young Master, spare my life!"
Huangfu Yuxuan's face was somber, his gaze cold, and he said coolly, "Yang Kuan, how many years have you been by my father's side?"
The man replied, "Seven years, Second Young Master. I've been by His Highness's side for seven years, always prioritizing him, loyal and faithful, truly, Second Young Master! I am wronged, I am wronged!"
Huangfu Yuxuan stretched out his hand, and Tang Lin, understanding, immediately handed over the whip.
