"Qing." I turned around happily, thinking that he was still the gentle and handsome man calling me softly.
"You evildoer, suffer death." But all he saw was a dazzling golden light covering the familiar face, and only murderous intent in his eyes.
"I'm not afraid of death, I'm just afraid of being killed by you." I begged humbly in my heart, but said coldly: "Come on, I'll wait."