As for Yan Lin, the blood was about to rise to his mouth, only to be choked back by the Binding Immortal Rope around his neck. The feeling—definitely exhilarating.
Weren't we agreed on releasing him? Why suddenly throw him into a frying pan? Women are so fickle, this point is true.
"My aunt is kind-hearted, she's only putting you into a frying pan. You still have a final moment to think. If you speak right, I'll let you go back. If not, sorry, you'll stay on the North Island forever; unfortunately, you can't be used as fertilizer after being fried."
Is being fried alive any different from being hunted down by the master back on the East Island?
Yan Lin closed his eyes, seemingly weighing Tang Rao's words. Suddenly he opened his eyes, his face pale, and said, "If I tell you everything, you'll let me go, not fry me, nor flay me?"
