After waking up in the Mustard Seed Ring, Ah Yin came looking for him.
"Qian Ran, please let A Hao go. If this goes on, he'll die." Ah Yin's voice held a trace of despair, along with a hint of pleading.
Her earlier anger and aversion toward Qian Ran had vanished without a trace, and her reason had sunk to its lowest point.
"Don't worry. Tang Hao won't die. Even if he becomes a soul, he can still live perfectly well in the Undead World." Qian Ran pinched Ah Yin's cheek, studying her face, as lovely as pear blossoms drenched in rain.
Ah Yin's graceful, noble bearing was innate and remained wholly unaffected. Her rosy little lips were as tempting as cherries. Her waist was slender, the fabric across her chest stretched slightly taut, and blue-and-gold silk outlined her exceedingly sensual figure.
Ah Yin's figure was no worse than Xiao Wu's.
Her spirits were flagging, but that did nothing to diminish her beauty.
Instead, it only made Qian Ran want to destroy her even more.
Had it been any of the other women around Qian Ran, their tears would probably have made his heart ache. But not Ah Yin's. Her tears only made him burn hotter and grow more excited. He simply liked that kind of destruction, the pleasure of ruining someone else's happiness.
Who told them to have ties to Tang San?
"No. Please don't do this." Ah Yin shuddered.
"All right. If you want me to let Tang Hao go, then you..." Qian Ran leaned close to Ah Yin's ear.
"You can suffer in his place."
Qian Ran gave an evil smile.
"You... shameless!" However worried she was about Tang Hao, Ah Yin still grew somewhat angry. She had never expected Qian Ran to still have designs on