Chen Nan walked towards Han Yang step by step, "Grandson, finding yourself in this situation today, do you have any special thoughts?"
With his stomach smashed through by an ancient corpse's punch and blood gushing ceaselessly, Han Yang knew he wouldn't live much longer. In fear, he raised his blood-soaked hands, "Chen... Chen Nan, I was wrong, I won't dare again, please save me, I'm begging you, I don't want to die..."
Chen Nan walked over and pressed two fingers to his body, sealing his acupoints to prevent him from dying too quickly after losing all his blood, and scoffed, "I save you, and then once you get out, you find an opportunity to take revenge on me, right?"
"No, I swear I won't!" Han Yang desperately shook his head and said, "As long as you spare me, I will become your dog from now on, doing whatever you ask me to do."
"Really?"
Chen Nan touched his nose and said, "In the future, I tell you to bite someone, you'll bite them?"
