When the second question was mentioned, Gao Jian's face suddenly changed, showing a touch of terror.
"I can't say, otherwise... otherwise I would die a terrible death." Gao Jian shook his head like a bell, speaking in fear.
"Oh? Is that so? It's a pity that if you told me, at least you'd live a little longer, but now..." Lin Fan smiled slyly, casually waved his arm, and grabbed Gao Jian's fingers.
Lin Fan exhaled a puff of smoke and said with a playful smile, "Do you think I should break one of your fingers? Or is breaking two better?"
In Gao Jian's mind, countless "F***ing llamas" galloped past, thinking of course that it would be best to break none.
But looking at Lin Fan's playful smile, Gao Jian felt it was colder than the Soul-Slicing Scythe in the Death God's hand, shivering, "No... please don't..."
"Don't want? Are you saying that breaking two fingers is too few?" Lin Fan said with a half-smile, a gleam of coldness flickering in his eyes.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
