After eighty breaths, you will be slain by Chu Ming.
"What is there left to say between us?"
Chu Ming let out a cold laugh, filled with self-mockery: "You want me to stop? Earlier I also begged you when you buried me alive. I pleaded with you then, begged you, implored you, hoping you would stop.
But how did you respond, Your Majesty? You still placed me in a coffin, hammering so many nails. At that time, I was in so much pain, so desperate, do you understand?"
Emperor Jianyuan's heart sank once more.
Indeed, Chu Ming had preserved all her memories before her death.
Every word she uttered was filled with the utmost kill intent, the utmost resentment, the utmost malice, chilling his five internal organs and six hollow organs.
Thoughts whirled in Emperor Jianyuan's mind.
