"Kill you? Luo Xinning, you're thinking too simplistically."
Luo Qingtong leaned back on her wide wooden armchair, one hand propping up her forehead, the other holding the Little Netherworld Venerate, her gaze indifferently fixed on her.
"You poisoned our grandfather, conspired with the Dongli Royal Family to attack the Luo Family, and during the assault led by the Hu Mang Guards in Fei Ji, you destroyed my Array, almost causing a grave mistake. I wouldn't let you die even if you wanted to!"
"Moreover, stop trying to provoke me with reverse psychology or desperate gambits. You think by saying all this, you're coaxing me into not killing you, right? The things I've just said, they must resonate with your desires, no? What's the matter, waiting for someone to rescue you? Unfortunately, you have no chance whatsoever!"
The hint of a smile played at the corner of Luo Qingtong's lips.
