“Last words? What are the last words?!” A large group of people asked in unison.

At this time, He Danggui stopped lying on the ground and pretending to be dying. She kicked off the quilt and sat back on the small bench with her stone lock. Her long eyelashes flapped, and her cherry-red lips curved. She thought, “What kind of tricks is Bai Yangbai playing? Isn’t he afraid of backfiring? Ho-ho.”

In the nervous and expectant eyes of everyone, Pan Jingyang ...