"I was wrong, okay? Handsome young master, just be the bigger person and spare me this once." The female cultivator immediately started begging, looking like she was on the verge of tears.
Clearly this female cultivator wasn't completely brainless; she knew this was not the time to threaten Lin Feng, but the time to beg for mercy.
Maybe if Lin Feng felt a bit of sympathy, he'd just let her go?
A woman's tears are forever the best weapon.
This woman really knows how to act.
One moment she's a female demon.
The next moment she looks pitiful and fragile, like anyone who sees her would feel sorry for her.
But all of that was just a façade.
Not something to trust.
…
Lin Feng said, "Enough, put away that fake pitiful look. Swear now to become my female slave and you'll suffer a bit less. If you don't know what's good for you, you're in for a world of pain."
"Why don't you just kill me?" The female cultivator lifted her chin, putting on a "kill or cut as you please" expression.
