"Master, it's been a hard day for my disciple to wait." Shi Wuyu, who was wearing a bright red wedding dress, looked ferocious, as if he wanted to swallow Jiang Ye up.
"Evil fellow! Do you want to rebel!?"
"Master, haven't I already rebelled? You should see your identity clearly now! You are just my coquettish pet. I brought you in in a sedan chair, and you still dare to resist? What? Is it because you are tired of living?" Shi Wuyu said, reaching out and pinching Jiang Ye's neck.
Yes, he was once the high-ranking fifth elder of Luanfeng Pavilion, the Huaiyue Immortal Master who was respected by thousands of people, and the Jiang Ye and Jiang Huai'an who everyone feared after mentioning that he could defeat a hundred people with one, but what about now? He was just a defeated general under the Demon Lord, so how could he have the right to say "no"?
As the hand around his neck tightened, Jiang Ye was almost suffocating. He wanted to break his hand off, but found that his hand had already been tied with a rope, so he had to speak.
"Shi... Shi Wuyu, let go!"
Only then did Shi Wuyu realize that he almost strangled Jiang Ye to death and quickly let go of his hand.
"Jiang Ye, are you okay?"
Jiang Ye was breathing heavily. He originally wanted to say, "Do you think I'm okay?", But thinking about his current situation, his words turned into "I'm okay, I won't bother you."
Purpose: It's hard to support yourself.