"No, you can't be saved. I'm very... Bah, I'm very quick. Just hold on."
"I'm the only heir of the Warren family! I'm nobility, I can pay the ran... Gah!!"
Snap~
The violent struggling and whimpering abruptly ceased as Zhu Haomiao's fluid movements suddenly paused, his pupils slightly contracted.
Wait, did he just say the word ransom?
Incredulously staring at the head in his hand, twisted 360 degrees, and its grim, twisted expression, eyes unable to shut in death, Zhu Haomiao instantly wore a mask of pain.
No, bro...
If you had money, why didn't you say so earlier!!!
Twisting his head back and setting it straight again, Zhu Haomiao carefully cradled his cheeks, trying to find a sliver of life. Yet as soon as he let go, the broken neck couldn't support the head, making it wobble around on his shoulders like a prayer wheel, the grim eyes refusing to close wandering everywhere.
Zhu Haomiao: "......"
It's over. This neck is like a propeller; really can't be saved!
