Tang Zhenyuan lay on the ground, his face filled with despair.
*He felt life was too difficult for him!*
"I shouldn't have come!"
If he hadn't come, as a prince,
his bloodline was noble, and his status was revered.
Only others would bow to him; how could he become someone else's servant?
Moreover, the purpose of this servitude was merely because his blood was useful to feed the other's pet.
To him, this reason was simply an insult!
"I want to die!" he murmured to himself.
However, as soon as he had this thought, a sharp pain erupted in his mind, preventing him from committing suicide.
"He controlled me so that I can't even kill myself!" Tang Zhenyuan realized.
"My life no longer belongs to myself,
it belongs to him!
My... master!"
He reluctantly shouted the word "master" in his mind!
At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, Tang Zhenyuan saw two figures approaching from afar.
One of them, he recognized immediately.
