Ye Qi was speechless, not only was his face flushed, but even his neck turned red, and his vision gradually went dark.
Seeing Ye Qi unable to catch his breath, his face starting to turn purple, Zuo Yan’s mind cleared and he quickly released his grip.
Ye Qi’s head was thrown to one side, and he coughed continuously, breathing in the air mixed with the scent of blood.
There were purple-blue marks on his neck where he had been choked.
Zuo Yan looked at the disheveled Ye Qi and laughed.
"Let me tell you, everyone who comes into this world deserves to die, because even the air has life in it. If you accidentally step on an ant, you should pay with your life. There are always so many accidents in this world, and you tell me they are innocent and that I deserve to die?" The more Zuo Yan spoke, the more agitated he became.
Zuo Yan deserves to die?
"In a world where might makes right, those who are weak deserve their fate."
Zuo Yan spread his hands, speaking with a casual tone, seeing the lives of the irrelevant as worthless.
"Don’t worry, I won’t kill you, because that would be too easy for you."
Zuo Yan gave a sinister smile, suddenly raised his left hand like a blade, and made a slicing motion at his own right wrist.
The hand chop brought forth a gleam, cutting a gash on his right wrist, and blood immediately began to flow out.
He looked at his own wrist that continued to bleed, his eyes shining with excitement and hatred.
Ye Qi didn’t know what he was doing, but the next moment, Zuo Yan suddenly grasped both sides of his face, forcing him to open his mouth.
With a smile, Zuo Yan brought his bleeding right wrist above Ye Qi’s mouth.
Zuo Yan’s warm blood dripped into Ye Qi’s already bloodied mouth.
"My blood has something nice in it. From now on, let’s enjoy it together."
After a thousand years, Zuo Yan, who could have handled everything calmly, was once again trampled underfoot by Nie Jiuque tonight, driving him into a bit of madness.
But he was very clear about what he was doing right now.
His blood was already soaked with Blood Poisonous Insect, and surely the consequences of drinking his blood need no further explanation.
If in the future Nie Jiuque used this Blood Poisonous Insect to torture him again, it would not only be him who suffered.
If Wen Xiao’ai knew this Blood Poisonous Insect came from Nie Jiuque, the story would surely become more exciting and interesting...
Late that night, near dawn, Zuo Yan left the barely alive, blood-soaked Ye Qi in the great hall of the Cat Demon Clan and swaggered away.
Jun Moyan was engulfed by darkness, surrounded by nothing but darkness.
He couldn’t tell if his consciousness was still awake, nor did he know how long he had been in this darkness. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on Novᴇl_Fire(.)net
He couldn’t even remember when he had completely lost consciousness, or when Wen Xiao’ai’s voice had vanished.
Thinking of Wen Xiao’ai, Jun Moyan struggled in the darkness, and unlike before, when effort seemed useless and futile, it was as if a hand reached out in the darkness and pulled him back from the brink of despair and death.
Jun Moyan opened his eyes suddenly, the world in front of him was still a blur of white, and for a moment he couldn’t tell if he was still unconscious or awake.
Finally, his vision gradually cleared, and his mind became sharp.
He... was still alive.
Jun Moyan had not yet recovered his senses when he felt a leg pressing against his waist. He instinctively looked up, and when he saw Wen Xiao’ai’s small face, Jun Moyan was stunned for quite a while.