Tang San's Fury, the Evil Eye Tyrant

He extended his only remaining right hand and gently caressed Xiao Wu's cheek, wiping away her tears.

"Foolish girl—"

"Why are you crying?"

"I came back, didn't I?"

Tang San's voice was soft and gentle, without a trace of the violence and fear that had filled him moments ago.

"But—your arm—"

Xiao Wu's heart ached so badly she could barely breathe.

"It's only an arm."

Tang San forced a relaxed smile, but it looked painfully bleak no matter how one looked at it.

"As long as I could come back alive to see you, let alone an arm, even this life of mine would have been worth it."

"Those people from Spirit Hall are despicable and shameless."

"Qian Renxue brought two fierce beasts from the Far North and ambushed me while I was recovering from my injuries."

"Not only did they outnumber me, they even resorted to such vile methods—"

Tang San did not mention that he had gone to force Snow Empress.

He cleverly twisted the truth, casting himself as a victim—a hero besieged by evil forces for protecting his beloved and upholding justice.

"If I hadn't gone alone into danger to scout the way for my brothers, I wouldn't have suffered such a vicious attack."

"Xiao Wu, don't cry."

"This injury is nothing compared to Mubai—compared to what everyone has suffered."

When Tang San mentioned the deceased Dai Mubai, Xiao Wu cried even harder.

She tightly gripped Tang San's hand and pressed it to her cheek.

"Brother, can we stop fighting?"

"Let's leave and find a place where nobody knows us—"

Xiao Wu was truly afraid.

She was afraid Tang San would leave her just like Dai Mubai had.

A flicker of displeasure passed through Tang San's eyes at her words, but he quickly concealed it.

Leave?

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