Tang Ming slowly woke up, his face devoid of color, his entire body soaked with cold sweat. He looked at the demon who still hadn't left, his whole body trembling uncontrollably once again.
He was no longer the mighty chieftain of the grassland, all of his courage and bravery had been destroyed by the person before him.
He looked at the other person in fear, tears brimming in his eyes, terror and desperation intertwined.
Gu Jiao ignored his despair.
She wasn't a good person, she never was. She was willing to descend into hell after death, to suffer thousands of cuts, but the vengeance of this lifetime, she had to take in this lifetime!
Gu Jiao gently smiled: "You can speak now."
Tang Ming moved his mouth slightly and let out a low sound. He could finally make a noise, albeit a very weak one.
Gu Jiao took out a syringe from her pocket.
In the black night, Tang Ming couldn't clearly see what the object was, only sensing a faint glint of cold light.