And that urge of his to seek death only proved all the more that there were still certain secrets in her heart.
Besides, though he was not afraid of death now, living like this was an even greater torment to him.
Qin Xi chuckled. When he laughed, he carried the same chilling aura as the Masked Man, like a vicious ghost that had crawled out of hell. As the Mediocre Death God looked at Qin Xi at that moment, it was as if he were seeing his own master's usual cold cruelty toward subordinates like them.
She could not help staring at Qin Xi, watching him without blinking, her own body already beginning to tremble.
Di Qun and Ao Xin, who were beside Qin Xi, had never seen him like this before. It seemed that they must have been under immense pressure during this period, which was why he had now become so very strange.
Qin Xi looked at the Mediocre Death God and said to him, "I've already given you a chance. Since you don't want it, don't blame me."
As he spoke, Qin Xi looked at Di Qun and said to her, "Find two people and have all her fingernails pulled out for me."
Receiving Big Boss Qin Xi's order, Di Qun had no hesitation at all. She immediately cupped her fists and said to Qin Xi, "Yes, I understand."
Then she and Ouyang Qing personally stepped into the iron cage with tools in hand, walking expressionlessly toward the Mediocre Death God.
Ouyang Qing usually wore white robes, and his face was as fair as jade, but when he looked at people, he gave off the oppressive aura of someone in a position of power.
The Mediocre Death God knew this fellow looked very young, but he was