If you're tired, I'm willing to be your stool; if you're hungry, I'll cook for you; if you're sunburned, I'll hold an umbrella for you; if you're angry, you can vent on me. You can treat me like your dog; as long as you don't kill me, I can do anything."
Ling Zhenfei sneered, "Seems like you really want to live, huh?"
Qin Lan nodded desperately, "Really, I haven't lived enough. Please, let me go."
Ling Zhenfei said, "If I let you go, how do I know you won't come back tomorrow with a dozen experts to kill me? People like you aren't worthy of anyone's trust."
Qin Lan said, "I swear it's true. If I break my word, may I be struck by lightning."
Ling Zhenfei sneered, saying, "Not bad, not bad. I do need a dog like you, a bitch, but I won't believe your words. Eat this."
Saying this, Ling Zhenfei took out a small pill from his Di Tian Shen Sui and placed it in front of Qin Lan.
