As soon as the words fell, an even more intense pain struck.
Yet Ren Zhong's emotions were extraordinarily elevated to the extreme.
His body didn't tremble at all; instead, he stood even more firmly.
"You're already about to die! Are you still going to deceive me?"
Upon hearing Ren Zhong's "sophistry," Ju Qingmeng shook her head repeatedly in shock and anger.
As she spoke, she clenched her teeth so tightly that her temples were visibly swelling.
Ren Zhong knew he was misunderstood.
This was all expected.
He didn't feel the slightest bit of grievance.
On the contrary, he felt very comforted.
Because Ju Qingmeng's questioning interrupted Lin Wang's actions, Ren Zhong deftly seized the opportunity.
Lin Wang wanted him to die kneeling, he chose to die standing.
Now he won the right to choose his way of dying.
"I know. You must think I'm still deceiving you. You might even suspect that I'm deliberately trying to make a connection with you, hoping you'll spare my life."
