"..." "When Jiao Yu and the monsters want to come, shouldn't we give him hope at this time and threaten his life?"
But He Lingchuan knew that this man came from a Taoist sect and was a desperado who kept his head in his waistband all the time. I'm afraid he had already assessed his injuries, so it might not be easy to deceive him from this.
Wan Song has a hooked nose, high cheekbones and a thin face. At this time, his face was pale and gloomy:
"I'm almost dead, what else do you want to ask from me?"
"Wan Dahu was arrested, and you may have been implicated." He Lingchuan picked up the cup on the table and asked in an approachable manner, "Would you like some water?"
"Yes." Wan Song thought to himself that there was nothing to be afraid of when someone was about to die, so he might as well just be careless.
He Lingchuan fed him water with his own hands, and then continued: "The grandsons of Wan Dahu are still young, do you want to take them to the underworld?"
"If Wan Xian hadn't confessed me, could you have caught me?" Wan Songman didn't care, "He hurt me, I hurt him, it's even."
He is going to die, why does he care about other people's children?
He Lingchuan smiled: "Okay, very good. Cold-blooded and ruthless, no wonder Mr. Mai can use you with confidence."
Wan Xianneng is his biological uncle and his only relative in the world. He could have ignored him even if he had been kind to him in the past. Is it because Mr. Mai took a fancy to such precious qualities?
Wan Song rolled his eyelids and looked at him without saying a word, but all his contempt was unspoken.
He is about to die, what can this man do to him?
Apart from death, who else could he fear?
Chapter completed!