"Do you know what you look like right now?" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.
"I, I don't know!" Qin Luzhao said in terror.
"Like a mad dog! The moment it faces danger, it grovels on the ground, begging for mercy like a grandson! But when it has backup, the mad dog becomes even more ferocious, biting anyone it can!" Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Ancestor, what you say is right, I am just a mad dog! As long as it pleases you, as long as you are willing to spare me, whatever you say I am, that I am!" Qin Luzhao echoed.
"If you don't remove the roots when cutting the weeds, they will grow back when the spring breeze blows, causing endless troubles! I won't keep a mad dog hidden in the shadows, waiting for a chance to bite me," Zhang Xiaohao said with a murderous look.
"Ah! Ancestor, please no! I've already called you ancestor, please just let me go like a fart!" Qin Luzhao begged for mercy.
"Die!" Zhang Xiaohao growled low.
