Leng Yao is already very beautiful, and even more so when she's angry.
Ye Tian completely ignored Leng Yao's angry glare and instead began to appreciate it.
"You better kill me, kill me!"
Leng Yao almost roared, her voice as cold as if coming from Hell.
Perhaps because she had always been a cold-blooded Assassin, she had such an inherent lack of human warmth.
Ye Tian looked at Leng Yao with a fixed gaze, "Is this really how you Assassins end your lives? Such a pity. After enduring all kinds of brutal training, step by step growing to this point. A single failed mission and you seek death? It's truly sad. I have a pretty good idea, I think you should eat well, and nurture your energy, so you'll have the chance to kill me later. What do you think?"
Leng Yao was taken aback.
She never expected Ye Tian to speak to her this way.
