After pouring the wine, she immediately fell to her knees at Chen Sheng's feet, her voice choked with sobs. "Lord... Lord Chen... I'll do anything, anything at all! I just... I just beg you to spare my life."
Chen Sheng glanced down, his eyes perfectly calm as he asked:
"What's your name?"
"Song... Song Yulian."
"Look up."
Song Yulian complied, slowly raising her face. Beneath the terror in her eyes, a bone-deep hatred suddenly erupted. She flung her mouth open, and a crimson arrow of blood, like a viper striking, shot toward Chen Sheng's face from an impossibly tricky angle.
This sudden, desperate attack was nothing short of insidious and vicious.
However, it was as if Chen Sheng had anticipated it all along.
Before the blood arrow could even reach him, the phantom image of the evil Golden Bell around his body flickered. A vast wave of Evil Qi automatically circulated, effortlessly shattering the blood arrow and dissipating it into nothingness.
"What a pity."
