บท 882: If one can lead a happy and stable life, who wants to be a vagabond?

"I've understood." Nangong Shifeng carefully accepted the section of the dagger. He carefully wrapped it up and placed it in his chest. He didn't look uncomfortable at all from coercion, but instead, he looked excited.

"Nangong Shifeng, didn't you feel awkward?" Chu Yang asked, "You first allowed me to hit your acupoint, then served my poison. So you're now facing the threat of death! Then, after I tempt you again, I can exploit you to run errands of me again. Don't you feel humiliated?"

Nangong Shifeng revealed a smile on his bloody face, and said, "Not awkward! Not awkward at all."

He didn't look to be flattering at all, and his tone was solemn and serious. He looked like he was speaking from his heart.

"Why?" Chu Yang was interested now. He really wanted to understand the mentality of this guy he had subjugated.

This would decide what Chu Yang would plan in the future.