The man who was originally smiling playfully suddenly looked stern. He had no doubt about the strength of the seemingly harmless woman in front of him.
As the awakener of [Soul Tearer], the ghost spirit has a fatal lethality to the mental strength of others, and fighting against opponents of higher levels is commonplace.
However, his cultivation level was equal to that of a ghost spirit, and he had no chance of winning against the other party.
After all, the spirit ghost has a natural immunity to illusions. The illusions that the ghost is proud of are completely useless against the spirit ghost.
He shrugged, and his tone softened, with a hint of flattery: "Don't be so serious, I just want to make the atmosphere more relaxed. You keep a straight face all day long, aren't you tired?"
"By the way, what's so special about that guy? Why do we have to go out of our way to get close to him?"
The ghost spirit stopped washing the cup, slowly raised his head, his eyes were cold and a dark green flashed in them, like a poisonous snake in the dark night.
In an instant, an invisible machete, like a high-speed rotating wheel, brought with it a sharp gust of wind, slashed towards the ghost.
The ghost sitting on the chair took the knife straight in the face, pretending not to see it.
"It hurts, it hurts--" The ghost suddenly fell on the counter, his hands pressing his head tightly, his eyes were bloodshot, and veins on his forehead were bulging.
This crazy woman always does this to him. He just asked a question casually!
The cold and piercing voice of the spirit ghost rang in my ears: "How can you interfere with the decision of the leader? Since it is the order of the leader, you just do it."
"Don't worry, I don't intend to kill you. I just want to give you a headache for a day. This feeling is much more painful than death. You'd better remember it."
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