"You hit too hard; don't kill him, or the master will be angry!"
The person holding the stick looked at Wang Xiaoliu, who was spitting blood on the ground, slightly frowned, appearing somewhat displeased.
"Pfft!" A delicate laugh came from the side, the sound so enchanting it made one's bones tingle, "He's just a useless fool. The master won't punish me for this! Don't worry, I know what I'm doing; he won't die!"
The woman said coquettishly. If Wang Xiaoliu were awake, he would have recognized this woman as his lover, Zhen'er!
However, at this moment, there wasn't a trace of tenderness in Zhen'er's eyes as she looked at him, only cold indifference!
"Hmph, these people are worthless if not for being someone's servants; killing them at will is like they died for nothing!"
The shadow said coldly, turning to the woman: "Feed him the medicine!"
"Yes, my lord!"
The woman answered sweetly, taking a red pill from her bosom and stuffing it into his mouth.
