"Huh..." Xu Xianxian opened her mouth wide, looked up in surprise, and stared at the other person in disbelief: "Why did your father look for me at night? ... Did he report it to your mother?"

"Xu Xianxian, your Suozi Sect is just a declining sect. Even if you have a little talent, it's nothing in the eyes of those seventh-level martial artists. Our Lion Claw Sect's backer is a top-level martial artist who has reached the seventh level of great perfection." The male classmate stared at Xu Xianxian, his face fierce but his heart weak. "If you know what's good for you, quickly ask your master to hand over my father and Uncle Wen."

"Oh! Level seven? I'm so scared!" Xu Xianxian crossed her arms and hugged her shoulders, looking at the other person with tears in her eyes: "But even if I know what's good for me, I can't hand it over to your dad and Uncle Wen!"

"What do you mean?!"

Seeing the other person's tearful face, the male classmate softened his tone and asked in a deep voice.

The other person looked so cute, maybe he really didn't know anything. In his eyes, the disappearance of his father and Uncle Wen must be related to the leader of the Suoziquan School.

But the little girl's next words made him stunned.

"Because, they are dead...I killed them all..."

Xu Xianxian blinked her big eyes and giggled. Her laughter was soft and sweet, like a soft piece of food that was sweet in the mouth and in the heart.

But her scarlet pupils were shining, and the smile on her lips was completely different from her previous soft and cute look.

It was a cruel, cold, bloody smile.

"Forget the body... not even the ashes are left! You're asking me to return it, which is really embarrassing..."

She spoke slowly, her eyes devoid of any emotion, as if she had accidentally crushed two ants on the side of the road, and no one was shaken by it.