Damn it, if it weren't for those people, how could he end up in Nangong Yaoling's hands!
"What? Are you disappointed to see it's me?" Nangong Yaoling stepped forward and asked coldly.
Situ Yan's lips curved into a cold smile.
"How do you plan to deal with me?" His voice was extremely hoarse due to his injuries.
"What do you think?" Nangong Yaoling curved his lips and suddenly reached out to press on his body.
Situ Yan's face changed, and due to the pain, his forehead was instantly covered in cold sweat.
But he gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound.
Nangong Yaoling looked at him and said, "Quite a man, but those who dare to mess with women belonging to Nangong Yaoling, how long do you think you can live?"
Situ Yan looked at him and said through gritted teeth, "Kill or torture me, give me a quick death!"
Two men, looking at each other.
Both equally manipulative, both equally arrogant.
One is sinister and vicious, the other proud and cold.
