I swear that if Cao Da died in my hands, I would regret it for the rest of my life, and even find a place to directly result in his own life, so I should make amends to Cao Da.

However, when compassion was about to cut Cao's neck, it suddenly stopped. It wasn't that I stopped myself, but that one hand was on my hand, like a vise, that I couldn't chop off anyway.

I turned around and saw Chen Haiping standing beside me, his face calmly grasping my hand, suddenly showing a smile, a big white teeth sparkling: "If you cut it down, you'll regret it for a...