Zhao Ci was shocked. "This..."
Feng Kucha scratched his head in frustration. "I have no idea what's going on. Maybe because I've slept with so many Banshees, this dark green energy just appeared in my Dantian. I don't know what the hell it is, and I can't refine it.
But it's extremely sensitive to a Banshee's killing intent. The moment one wants to kill me, this thing immediately suppresses them.
From now on, when we're picking missions, let's grab more with Banshees. I can definitely be a big help.
When it comes to doing Banshees, I'm a professional!"
Zhao Ci: "..."
'A professional at "doing" Banshees, my ass.'
As he spoke, Feng Kucha retrieved a bottle of wine from a nearby cabinet.
When he opened it, the smell of realgar wafted out, along with the scents of a few other well-known deadly poisons.
Without any explanation, he pried open She Qianqian's mouth and poured the entire contents down her throat, not spilling a single drop.
