Am I being too mild-mannered?

Am I not fierce enough?

"I refuse."

"Ah! Why! Please!"

Luo Qingqing, clutching her notebook and camera, looked at Erbaidao with a pleading expression.

"How could I possibly tell a demon about the affairs of the Spirit Master world? Besides, I don't know anything about it!"

"Wrong, wrong! I have no interest in the affairs of the Spirit Master world."

Luo Qingqing smiled happily:

"I'm actually just more interested in the daily lives of you spiritual masters."

"Daily life?"

Two hundred cuts remained unsolved. Luo Qingqing chuckled and explained:

"Isn't this world divided into three races? The Demon Realm, the Mortal Realm, and the Spirit Master Realm?"

“Every race has very different lifestyles, but there must also be some similarities. I’d like to know if there are any similarities between you spirit masters and us demons. Perhaps we can find common ground?”

She wasn't even allowed to finish speaking before he interrupted her:

"No, a Spirit Master is a Spirit Master, and a Demon Clan is a Demon Clan. Even if they may have similarities, they will always be enemies."

"Then why don't you kill me?"

As she spoke, Luo Qingqing took a step closer, stood in front of Erbaidao, tilted her small face up, and looked at him without flinching.

That appearance was strangely cute, but Two Hundred Blades felt that his dignity as a spirit master had been violated!

So he said with a stern face:

"If you want to die, I can grant your wish right now."

"Then do it! Hmph! If you've got the guts, kill me right now!"

"You really think I wouldn't dare?"

"Attack! Stop talking nonsense! Kill me!"