My Master Is Jinggang

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare."

"Hmph, Junior Brother Ren has chatted nonsense with me for so long. Could it be... you still harbor fantasies?" Yue Zhuoqun said with a smile. "Since I have already shown you my true face, I was prepared to kill and silence you long ago. Junior Brother Ren, you had better save your strength. Perhaps you can still withstand a few moves later. Oh, right, let me offer you one piece of advice: you had best end your own life. That way, I can leave you an intact corpse. But if you make me draw my sword, hehe, whether you end up in seventy or eighty pieces, or chopped into minced meat and fed to dogs, is entirely possible!"

"Ah!" Zhang Xiaohua shuddered as though a chill had run down his spine. Trembling, he said, "Y-you have to go that far? There really is nothing between Senior Sister Zhang and me!"

"Is there any point in saying that now?" Yue Zhuoqun sneered. "Will you do it yourself, or shall I do it for you?"

With a wicked grin, Zhang Xiaohua said, "Ah, wouldn't doing it myself hurt terribly? This little brother has feared pain since childhood, so... let's forget that. Why not trouble you, brother, to come and take my life instead?"

Then he put on a thoughtful look and furrowed his brow slightly. "Also, my flesh doesn't taste very good, so please don't let any stray dogs eat it. I remember last time, when Lady Chen Chen of Mocu Palace came to Shixin Peak to deal with a fellow named Zhao Jian, she said she would lingchi him and feed him to stray dogs. Good heavens, where would you even find stray dogs in the Incense-Passing Cult? How were they supposed to feed them?"