Perhaps because he had suffered too much in the past, his heart was filled with resentment. Since coming down from the mountain, anyone who dared to provoke him never faced mercy, each strike aimed to kill.
He was a demon who killed without blinking, notorious in the itinerant world.
Within less than a year, he had already gained tremendous fame in the itinerant world, even earning a resounding nickname, "Ghosts Tremble in Fear," meaning even ghosts were wary of him.
"Hehehe...! Such an interesting little girl."
The raspy laughter of the dwarf echoed, clearly laughter, but his features twisted so grotesquely that it was unbearable to witness. Anyone else would have fainted from fright. In her past life, in that cold dungeon, Xuexue faced this demon for three days and nights, this face of an evil spirit was etched deeply in her heart.
Interesting?
It would become even more interesting.
