It is not a chatterbox, and it is not saying this just to satisfy itself, but because it wants to continue to bewitch the other party and turn it into a handy tool.

A disciple is nothing, but the Blackwater Ma Family is still of great planning value...

Because of the special nature of the practice, even the weasel himself cannot count how much suffering he has suffered, how many sins he has suffered, and how many beatings he has received.

But every hardship he experiences will make his desire to get ahead stronger and his desire to achieve great things even stronger.

For it, if there is no bright future, how can it be worthy of the hardships of the past?

"Are you sure?"

After a long time, the weasel slowly faded away his smile and said in a solemn voice.

"Watch it." Ma Tianming turned around and said, "Let's go..."

Ma Tianming was in front and he was behind. The situation with no one behind him made the weasel feel safe.

The gentle wind in the mountains blew through its broken soul, gradually relaxing its body and mind.

Just at this moment, a long and slender hand suddenly appeared behind it and pinched its neck with great precision.

This familiar feeling of strangulation made it instantly identify the visitor, and its narrow eyes were filled with astonishment.

It's him?

Why is he here?!

Qin Yao pinched the back of the weasel's neck with one hand, and white-gold flames suddenly burst out from his palm, igniting the weasel's soul.

"Ah~~"

The soul-searing pain was far worse than being cut into pieces by a thousand knives. The weasel immediately screamed, its shrill voice piercing the sky.

In a state of extreme pain, it is impossible to speak, so the weasel cannot find out why Qin Yao appears here.

Qin Yao, who knew that the villain died because of too much talk, had no intention of nagging him. The power of the flames in his hand continued to increase, and soon his soul was burned into black smoke, disappearing into ashes.

Ma Tianming was stunned when he saw it, and said nonchalantly: "It... just died like that?"

Qin Yao waved his arm to extinguish the white-gold flowing fire in his palm: "Otherwise? I fought it to the death and finally killed it with explosive seeds?!"

Ma Tianming: "..."

Fuck.

Fortunately, I got scared quickly.
Chapter completed!