Then Xue An remarked casually, "One can eat the wrong food, but words should not be misspoken. You begged me repeatedly back then to give you a secret formula. I found you pitiable, so in great mercy, I gave you one!"
"In the end, not only did you not show gratitude, you shifted all the blame onto me!"
"Do you really think I'm someone easy to bully?"
As his words fell, the fiery lines suddenly tightened.
Blood immediately dripped from Han Bao's wrists and ankles, the severe pain jolting him awake, and he broke out in a cold sweat, trembling as he looked at Xue An.
He was filled with regret beyond measure at this moment.
Indeed, he had lost his precious treasure, but it was of little use to him anyway, so gone it was.
But if his life were to end, that would truly be 'blowing out the candle, pulling out the wick: all over'.
