Haitang’s Lust

A bitter smell entered his nostrils, and Xiao En was gradually roused. He fixed Fan Xian with an indescribable expression and spoke with some difficulty. "I believe Chen Pingping would be very disappointed in you. If you want to kill me, kill me. If you want to let me go, then let me go. With all this back-and-forth, how will you be able to achieve greatness in the future?

Fan Xian's face was blank. "Other people presume I will kill you, so I will not. What do I have to fear in going back and forth? As long as I end up with the information I want, I'm happy to torment you over and over."

Though he said it, his eyes still slowly drooped. He knew that the old man was using his curiosity, and he knew full well that he had a secret that even the royal family of Northern Qi and a grandmaster had an interest him. If he killed him at that moment, it would not be done willingly.