He hadn't yet found the time to cause trouble for this person, yet this person just handed himself over on a silver platter.
What could it be if not that he was courting death?
"We don't know who is going to die yet." Ding Tingding stuck out a fair and long finger, wagging it in mid-air.
Subsequently, he looked Mo Lian up and down before clicking his tongue.
A sneer slipped past the man's lips as he slowly enunciated, "Crown Prince Mo. After accepting a generous gift, this one will naturally keep my promise. This one will take your honorable life."
Mo Lian involuntarily sniggered, five flame clusters dancing about his raised fingers.
Ding Tingding's chuckle also deepened, and he abruptly flung out a wriggling snakelet.
Unfortunately, before it could reach Mo Lian, it was burnt to ashes by a cluster of flames.
