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.
They innocent?
Zuo Yan deserves to die?
Why should that be?
"In a world where might makes right, those who are weak deserve their fate."
