Shang Deyi was immersed in his own beautiful fantasy.
He thought that if Shang Qinghan was mentioned, Si Jin would kneel down and beg him not to tell Junior Uncle, just like before.
But to everyone's surprise, the man seemed to have heard a rather bland joke.
He gave a nonchalant smirk, turned around, and sat back down in his chair.
Pouring tea with one hand: "What good will it do to tell him? He needs my heart, he has to take care of me, and in the end, you'll be the one who gets beaten up for not supervising him properly."
"Or rather..." Si Jin said, her eyes suddenly glancing at Shang Deyi out of the corner of her eye, making him break out in goosebumps under her gaze: "You're willing to take my place and become this drug person?"
"I...I..."
"What?" Si Jin, with her slender fingers curled into a delicate gesture, picked up a full teacup from the table and offered it to Shang Deyi: "You regret what you just said and want to apologize to me?"
Seeing that he had lost his leverage to threaten Si Jin, Shang Deyi went limp and trembled with fear.
Why should I apologize?
But for the sake of saving face, he gritted his teeth and stubbornly insisted: "You're right, you're just a drug slave raised by the Shang family, a dog raised by the Shang family! Why should I follow a beast... Ahhhhhh!"
However, before I could finish the sentence, I felt a chill on my neck.
A layer of human skin was easily scraped off by Si Jin using a shard of a cracked teacup.
The man tore the cloth skillfully, managing not to get a single drop of blood on his hands.
Shang Deyi felt a strange sense of pride because Shang Qinghan was his uncle.
They even frequently added various non-lethal toxins to the medicine, just to see the original owner writhe in pain on the ground.
Today, Si Jin will get her revenge little by little.
He tilted his head slightly, stared intently at the skin for a while, then slammed the bloody human skin back onto Shang Deyi's face.
His expression held a hint of regret: "Alas, since you refuse to apologize, I originally intended to take some appropriate compensation myself."
"But your skin is really ugly. It would probably be disgusting to make a lantern out of it, so we won't use it."
With just a few simple words, a person's life or death was decided.
The arrogant man seemed to have lost his weakness in an instant, and he was still the invincible White Moon Cult Leader.
Shang Deyi finally couldn't hold on any longer and knelt down, clutching his skinless neck and chest.
He was in so much pain that he was covered in cold sweat and couldn't even utter a word.
"What's wrong? What's with that expression? Don't you want to apologize? Are you unhappy?"
Si Jin stared at the trembling person on the ground, her innocent eyes flashing: "Why are you like this? You look like you're in a lot of pain."
He frowned slightly and kindly suggested, "Why don't I send you to paradise and end your suffering?"
Ling Sijin's meaning is... to kill him!
Shang Deyi belatedly realized what was happening and hurriedly tried his best to beg for mercy, putting on a delicate smile.
"No, I'm very happy. I'm willing to apologize to you. It was my fault, it was my fault!"
"I was incredibly foolish, I was terribly wrong, please forgive me, Master, please forgive me!"
As he spoke, he frantically banged his head against the ground, as if he were suffocating.
He suddenly regretted why Shang Qinghan had taught Ling Sijin this way.
Killing someone equals redemption—such an absurd statement, how could he even come up with it?
Shang Deyi knelt on the ground, desperately wagging his tail and begging for mercy.
His smile looked worse than his tears.
Having made a complete fool of himself, he managed to elicit a smile from Si Jin before he was spared and scrambled away from Si Jin's bedchamber.
After disciplining the troublesome rat, Si Jin stretched and looked at the sky outside.
Using his divine sense, he suggested, "It's getting dark. The original owner's eyes are sometimes able to see and sometimes not. I don't know how much longer he can hold on."
"Let's go out and buy some herbs, and concoct an antidote to remove the poison ourselves."
"What do you think, my little one?"
Within her mind's eye, Xiao Yao, witnessing all of this, instantly held her breath and instinctively put on a smiling face: "Yes, yes, yes, what you say is true, sir!"
Si Jin wiped the bloodstains on the folding fan with a white handkerchief and retorted: I'm not the original owner, you don't need to put on a smiling face.
Xiao Yao suddenly realized: 【Oh right, it's all because you got too into character, sir!】
The little tiger, waving its paws, hadn't even had a chance to catch its breath before tensing up again.
No, that's not it. Holding grudges, being a madman without realizing it—that's just the way adults are!
【() 】
Ignoring the little system that was repeatedly frightened, Si Jin used her light-footed skills to leap across rooftops and walls, and soon arrived at the town closest to the teaching site.
After finding three or four kinds of medicine, they stopped at a brightly lit place with a blank signboard.
Seeing that he had lingered for so long, Xiao Yao finally mustered up her courage and asked, "Sir, where is this?"
male prostitutes.
Si Jin replied, her beautiful eyes suppressing a unique excitement.
There seems to be traces of A-Yuan in this.
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