It's like a demon crawled out of hell whispering gently to mortals.
Yuan Yao's scalp tingled with fear, cold sweat dripping down his back. At this moment, the sharp pain inexplicably weakened a lot; he could actually straighten his tongue to speak:
"I, I was joking."
His awkward smile was filled with great fear and great confusion:
"I, I absolutely did not intend to threaten or kill you."
"Sigh."
Ding Ling sighed:
"You've already ordered Chen Lan to cut off my head. Telling me this now, do you take me for a fool, or do you think I'm deaf?"
"No, no. I wouldn't dare."
Yuan Yao's tongue began to knot, his whole body trembling and shivering in fear, even losing control of his bladder!
When had he ever experienced such terror?
Calling him a greenhouse flower wouldn't be wrong.
He's lived his entire life in flattery, sunlight, warmth, and glory.
How could he ever have imagined he'd end up like this? He was completely bewildered.
"Speak up."
Ding Ling's voice was very calm:
