Ren Wokuang's eyes were red, filled with a murderous intent and rage, and he roared, "I don't believe it, I don't believe Meng Qin would change her heart, she can't possibly marry you!"
Wei Hong laughed, "Wang Mengqin indeed doesn't like me, I admit that, even now she still likes you, but I told her that as long as she marries me, I'll let you go after the wedding, spare your miserable life. To prevent you from being tortured in this Black Prison, she agreed."
Ren Wokuang felt gratified yet angry, "You despicable! You scoundrel!"
Wei Hong chuckled, "I'm despicable, I am a scoundrel, so what? You are heroic, you are righteous, what does that mean now? Look at you, after being tormented by me for decades, you are neither human nor ghost. Even the woman you like has agreed to marry me in a few months. The winners are kings, the losers are bandits, and I am the king, you are the bandit!"
Ren Wokuang glared at him, with an expression as if he wanted to devour his flesh.
