Faced with such a bold declaration, Zhong Yi froze on the spot.
He could not help but wonder how he himself would have answered if he were in that situation.
"Love? Death?"
In the film, Li Ang shook his head with feigned disdain.
"Spare me, Sutier... I'm already tired of children playing house."
"You think this is just a game?"
As if she had made up her mind, Sutier pulled open the drawer and took out an exquisitely crafted Hand Crossbow.
"Fine, then let's play a game... the kind you taught me."
As she spoke, she took out four purple-black poisoned bolts and placed them one by one into the special revolving chamber at the center of the Hand Crossbow.
The girl spun the chamber, and the Crossbow Bolts gave off a piercing creak-creak sound.
The cultivators were all familiar with this "game."
The life-or-death gambling game in Liar's Teahouse.
The difference was that Liar's Teahouse only placed one Crossbow Bolt in its five-slot chamber;
while Sutier's five-slot chamber held no fewer than four.
Calling it a search for death would not be an exaggeration.
Under the spectators' utterly shocked gazes, Sutier raised the Hand Crossbow to her temple.
"If I win, you have to let me stay by your side... for the rest of my life."
The girl's gaze was unwavering.
Li Ang did not meet her eyes. "What if you lose?"
"Then you can go back to being alone, like before."
Only then did Li Ang look at Sutier. "You'll lose, Sutier... I can tell. The first shot is a bolt. You'll die."
"So what? Even if the bolt pierced through my head right in front of you... what would you do?"
The girl shot back provocatively.
"Nothing."
Li Ang drew a deep breath before answering slowly.
"I