Sword Tomb regretted it deeply, regretted coming to Huaxia, and even more regretted finding Chu Feng, but of course, he regretted even more the name he had chosen for himself.
But Chu Feng was really pushing it too far, he had just begged for mercy, his voice already hoarse from pleading, and you pretend you didn't hear it. Now I can't even talk, and you're asking me if I was begging for mercy earlier.
Chu Feng couldn't be bothered with him, glanced at Sword Tomb, who was lying there like a dead dog, breathing more out than in, and said, "Forget about whether you were begging for mercy just now. Anyway, I've vented enough now, so decide for yourself whether you're going to call someone to take you away, or if you're going to lie here and be my doorkeeper. It's your choice, I'm off to sleep."
Sword Tomb was on the verge of tears; not to mention his phone was already smashed, even if it wasn't, he'd need the strength to speak as well.
