"My Lord, how can I kill you?" He shanyilang's voice choked. He really cried. He can't kill this mental patient. If he could kill him so easily, he would have died more than a hundred times.

"if you don't kill me, I'll kill you." Qiu mingheshan's voice suddenly became solemn, "do you want to kill or not?" He shanyilang lost a sword.

"kill. I want you to kill me. Kill me." Qiu mingheshan laughed, "I feel comfortable. Kill me."

"my Lord." He shanyilang picked up the sword on the ground. His hand was still shaking. If he didn't kill the adult, the adult would kill himself. He thought, you told...