"Ha ha"

Zhao Lai laughed suddenly, but he moved the wound on his body again, and his whole body twitched with pain.

"Young Hall Master...you dare not kill my mother..."

"Really?" Ding Ziling's pupils shrank suddenly.

"Because... once my mother dies, you don't want to see your stuff again..."

"Zhao Lai, are you threatening me?!"

Ding Ziling suddenly pinched Zhao Lai's throat with one hand, and smiled fiercely.

"You know, I kill you, it's as simple as killing an ant..."

"I know"

Zhao Lai did not struggle at all, but stared back at Ding Ziling fiercely.

"But you dare not..."

"is it?"

Ding Ziling's eyes suddenly appeared ruthless, his fingertips suddenly used force

"Uh"

There was a "grumbling" sound from his throat, like a leaking bellows, with bursts of noise.

Zhao Lai's legs began to straighten, his eyes turned white, but he didn't mean to struggle with a backhand.

He seemed to be waiting for Ding Ziling to kill himself.

Ding Ziling's facial features are a little distorted: "You really are not afraid of death..."

Suddenly let go, he threw away Zhao Lai.

"Okay...Okay! If you want to die, the Young Hall Master will not let you die..."

With a grinning grin, he slowly got up.

"You haven't met your old mother and you just died, don't you seem to be too inhumane? Don't worry... I will let your mother watch you on the road with my own eyes!!"

Zhao Lai took a breathtaking breath: "You...what are you going to do?"

"doing what??"

Ding Ziling bowed slightly and paused every word.

"Let your mother...watch you on the road..."

"you"

Zhao Lai was angry and grabbed Ding Ziling's ankle with one hand.

"Ding Ziling, if you want to kill or pluck, just come at me alone...Don't move my mother?"

"Ha ha"

Ding Ziling sneered freely, kicked out abruptly, kicked Ding Ziling away instantly, and raised her lips coldly.

"Zhao Lai, I don't want to move your mother, who doesn't have a mother?? But it's useless to move you... You bit your teeth and just don't speak, what can I do?! So... I think I can only walk with the sword. Slant, think of another way..."

"No... I can't move my mother!! She is very old, if..."

Mo said that his mother saw him die tragically, even if he saw his injuries, she couldn't bear it!

"Can't move? Zhao Lai, if you can't move, the young hall master will not move?"

Ding Ziling slowly turned around and walked towards the door.

"But the young hall master asked you to hand over things, why don't you hand them over?? You are unkind first, do you blame me for being unrighteous?!"

Looking at his back, Zhao Lai stretched out his hand instinctively, as if to call him back.

However, in the end he slowly clenched into a fist, and when Ding Ziling was about to step out of the door, he slammed on the ground.

"Okay... I said..."

Ding Ziling's footsteps abruptly stopped, but he didn't turn around. He just turned his head slightly and looked at it with disdain from the corner of his eye.

"What? I want to say now?"

"I said... things... things are in the hands of the deputy hall master..."

Ding Ziling's pupils shrank suddenly, and he turned around and sternly said, "What did you say?"

Zhao Lai panted, and slowly raised his head: "Do you think...the deputy hall master...why would save me...and why...will let me go...because...he got what he wanted," So, ahem..."

Following a violent cough, Zhao Lai seemed to exhaust all his energy, panting and lying down.