"Not these." Tiger Taisui sighed regretfully: "Forget it, I'll do it myself."
He casually lifted his large hand, and Yuan Xiaoqing's delicate body was already kneeling before him, her entire head gripped by his large hand... Her body suddenly stiffened!
No!
Yuan Laoxi writhed like a fish tossed ashore, his entire body arching backward. But he couldn't utter a sound, nor could he advance!
"Ah, she indeed knew nothing." Tiger Taisui's tone was somewhat surprised.
His large hand released, and Yuan Xiaoqing's corpse slid down.
In an instant, the delicate body turned to dead flesh, youthful beauty ground into dust.
She didn't even have time to leave a last word, nor even time to cry out in pain.
At this moment, Tiger Taisui sensed Yuan Laoxi's struggle, felt that pure and surging Divine Way power, so he intentionally loosened his grip, looking over with interest—
The old and useless Yuan Laoxi, now in tears and snot, appeared pathetic and revolting.
