"Why not?" Mo Guiyuan asked.
The death of the Western Jin apothecary had already caught him off guard. He would not allow Slave Xiu to exceed his control.
Slave Xiu said nothing.
Mo Guiyuan stood up and walked towards him step by step. "Slave Xiu, you're a death warrior. You have to obey your master's orders and not disobey. I'll ask you again, can you kill him?"
Slave Xiu still did not reply.
The sacrificial soldiers said little, but if their master asked, they would answer.
Slave Xiu's attitude angered Mo Guiyuan.
Mo Guiyuan's expression turned cold.
He was an expert at deciding victory from thousands of miles away. He was rarely forced to be anxious, but now, he was on the verge of going berserk at any moment.
