Cichao knelt in front of the person, lowered his charming little face, and said seductively: "I am willing to give birth to your child."
In order to find a way out, he took two steps on his knees in an unusually humble manner, lying at the man's feet like a dog. He didn't have the slightest bearing of a young man from an aristocratic family, and looked like a male trickster selling himself in a small butler's tavern.
He just wants to live.
Zhou Pinghan was condescending and sneered: "You are a man of low fate."
He raised his hand casually and dug out Cichao's eyes.
Under thousands of icy icicles, Cichao can no longer be seen.
It was as if seeing him was a humiliation to him.
Cichao is not worthy.
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Cichao survived. He tried his best to pull himself up from the mud, and returned to Zhou Shuhen with a heart of repayment.
He dug out this man's eyes, tore out his heart and lungs, and used all his cultivation skills to make this man bleed all over the ground, making him look worse than a dead dog in the mud.
But this man smiled and said: "I can't get it."
So weird, so mean.
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