It was as if it had made him young again.
You only know the value of something once you've lost it.
The older you get, the more you fear death.
Min Guoqiang was such a person.
He longed for the physique of his current body; he didn't want to die.
He really didn't want to die.
So he desperately kowtowed, desperately begged.
There was no mercy in Ding Yan's gaze.
"You should know that when you choose to betray, you have to bear the corresponding price."
"When Mr. Liang was around, he said that if you do something wrong, you have to be punished."
Min Guoqiang started trembling and still wanted to plead for mercy.
Ding Yan waved her hand casually, and with a swoosh,
a moon blade shot out from her palm, directly severing Min Guoqiang's throat.
Min Guoqiang's head rolled onto the ground.
It rolled a few times and finally landed beside An Minghui lying on the ground.
An Minghui immediately shuddered all over, his face pale.
