"I know your tricks, but Yu Linglong, why should I give you my things? You... just because you're the Sect Leader... can take whatever you want... by force?"
Lin Zitong's gaze was fixed on Yu Linglong; her voice was weak. She seemed to be seriously injured or drugged.
"How dare you! Lin Zitong, what kind of tone is that? How dare you speak to the Sect Leader like that? Are you tired of living?"
Zhao Sanniang glared at Lin Zitong, "Now that you're in our hands, whether you live or die is up to the Sect Leader. And you're still being stubborn?"
"Hmph... since... I've fallen into your hands, you might as well... kill me..."
Upon hearing Zhao Sanniang's words, Lin Zitong closed her eyes slightly and said no more.
"Hehe... still not afraid of death, huh... Zitong, you betrayed the Yin Chun Sect to join that War Dragon... hehe, got quite bold, didn't you? That War Dragon, what benefits did they give you? That Qin Tian of theirs, hehe, do you fancy him?"
