"Now, may I be the Lord?"

Chu Nan's cold voice came out, and an wusheng was breathing heavily. Even at this time, he didn't believe that he, a middle-level wusheng, turned over the boat in the ditch and planted it on this man's hand.

anwusheng knows very well that if he says no, he will be waiting for him with a "click", a blood cut on his head, a "collapse", and the death of his body and soul. However, he is asked to lower his noble head, bow down, bend his knees, and he can't cross the ridge in his heart.

to live humbly? Or a heroic death?

anwusheng didn't...