666. World Destruction

"Chance?"

Seeing that Mr. Xia still had the energy to clamor, Mu Qingtong wasn't angry.

Because it didn't prevent her from appreciating Mr. Xia's humiliated expression — his twitching lips gritting teeth, the needle-thin trembling vertical pupils, the angry red face flushing with heat, breathing heavily like an ox...

Truly... an expression that brings joy, Mr. Xia.

She looked up, sweat trickling down her temples, her serene small face had a faint smile, her ears were flushed with steamy mist.

From Mr. Xia's fake death to now, nearly half a year of accumulated negative emotions seemed to be venting at this moment.

But it's not enough!

If Mr. Xia is not truly punished and made to remember the lesson deeply, this guy would never understand what reverence and fear mean!

Fear breeds belief.

To make Mr. Xia believe in her, to submit to her, he must deeply feel... hellish fear!

"Mr. Xia, you have one last chance to beg for mercy."