Knowing he had little time left, Guan Liang stopped holding back and let every emotion show on his face.
Seriously, he was about to die. Was he supposed to keep worrying about his dumbass boss's feelings?
Guan Liang wanted to swear at him.
But he knew swearing would do no good.
Especially when his target was a boss who had worked himself to the bone for thousands of years.
The man did not care what anyone thought of him.
Whether people praised him to the skies or cursed his entire family tree into oblivion-oh, his boss had no family tree. There was only him.
With death approaching, Guan Liang had lost all his inhibitions. Even thoughts that would cost him karmic merit flashed through his mind.
Having spent thousands of years with his boss, he knew the man's temperament. He knew his boss hurt people with his words without realizing it and occasionally made dark jokes about himself.
Of course, dark humor aside, his boss did occasionally have feelings of his own.
He could feel hurt and sad, just like anyone else.
Guan Liang knew exactly what to say to break through his boss's defenses.
Unfortunately, he was human. However many tasteless, karma-destroying dark jokes he had in mind, he would never say them aloud.
After all, there was a difference between Guan Liang and his thoroughly inhuman boss.
He would not poke at other people's sore spots for no reason.
With that thought, Guan Liang quickly calmed himself and asked his boss in a tone that could almost be called composed:
"Is something wrong with you? Can't I just stay alive?"
Xianyu instinctively nodded, then shook his head under Guan Liang's furious glare.
Holding a knife in one hand and loosely gripping his subordinate's neck with the other, he