Lauma: What Do You Mean the Wild Hunt Just Came Back to Life, and You Already Killed Them?

How many years had it been? People could still write garbage plots like this? Even Korean dramas had stopped watching this stuff, right?

But on second thought—wasn't this the perfect lackey delivering himself to his door? Pah! Subordinate?

If he trained him well, he definitely wouldn't be any worse than Blade!

At that thought, the corners of Mo Wang's mouth began to rise uncontrollably, and a glint flashed through his eyes that only those familiar with him would understand.

"Heh heh heh heh..."

He let out a textbook villain's laugh.

The moment Xilian heard that laugh, she couldn't help covering her forehead. She knew this partner of hers far too well.

Whenever Mo Wang laughed like that, it meant he was cooking up some rotten scheme again. And the unlucky one was usually whoever he had set his sights on.

Sure enough, Mo Wang took two steps forward, folded his arms, and looked down at the mass of pitch-black flame as he said, "Say, Mr. Moon Hunter, since you've already fallen into my hands, I'll give you two choices."

He held up two fingers, his tone sinister.

"One, I cut you down on the spot." He waggled the fingers of his left hand, then waggled his right. "Two, you become my dog—I mean, my subordinate. Pick one."

The mass of flame visibly trembled.

Leilier's voice came from within the fire, carrying an indescribably complicated emotion. "Don't even think about it. I will never be your lackey!"

Although he tried hard to make his tone sound cold and hard, the faintly trembling core of the flame still exposed that he was nowhere near as calm inside as he appeared.

Mo Wang, however, did not mind in the slightest. Instead, his smile grew even brighter. He took a step forward and spoke