Little Jiu's words cut too deep. It would have been better left unsaid, treated as nothing more than swallowing a bitter loss.
But once it was laid bare that Ning Fengzhi had been harming Tang San step by step, while Tang San still regarded Ning Fengzhi as a benefactor and his most respected elder, it cut far too deeply.
He felt like a clown, toyed with in the palm of someone's hand.
Tang San clutched his chest. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to beat himself to death, to gouge out his own eyes. A severe urge to harm himself rose within him.
"But!"
Little Jiu chuckled and shook his head. "You can't kill Uncle Ning. Even if you want to tear out his tendons and skin him alive, you still have to endure it."
"That is precisely why Uncle Ning dared to tell you the truth without restraint. Because he is certain that you absolutely will not kill him!"
Everyone was confused. Ning Fengzhi had gone this far, yet Tang San still did not dare kill him? Why?
"Why exactly, Little Jiu?" Qian Renxue tightened her hold around Little Jiu's arm.
"Because Tang San still wants to kill me! If he uses his trump card to kill Uncle Ning, then he will lose his chance to kill me. Only by killing me can he turn things around."
"So right now, Uncle Ning can act without restraint, and I do not need to worry about your safety either. Otherwise, if a god with a Dual God Position wanted to fight desperately, how could I dare keep you by my side?"
Little Jiu looked at Tang San leisurely. "Tang San, look. Compared to your little schemes, Uncle Ning's is what you call great wisdom. Whatever he tells you to