A certain turtle's eyes twitched. What bastard said that this senior was very gentlemanly and polite? If his head has been stepped on by a pig, he is going to kill him!
What politeness? Personable? He had seen a ghost, and there was a demon in front of him, a living demon with a poisonous tongue!
"Will you die if you don't hurt me?"
Yan Feng suddenly stood up, put his hands on the table, and looked at Xiao Yi seriously.
"Yes."
"Yan Feng, you—give—me—die!"