The chief gritted his teeth and said, "Then why did you harm us?"
The old woman said nonchalantly, "No reason, but I want to kill."
She looked up, gazing at the cold, hazy full moon in the thick fog, and slowly said, "There is a Bright Moon in the sky, a good day for killing!"
The chief looked at her, his eyes filled with anger and fear. He just wanted to bite her throat.
But soon after, he too lost consciousness.
This sugar-coated fried chestnuts can take a person's life.
"Five lives, just because you want to kill?" Suddenly, a cold voice shocked the old woman's body.
She was a cultivator with self-cultivation. Although her realm was not high, in the eyes of ordinary people, she was still powerful. Anyone who could stand quietly beside her was obviously a cultivator, and must be better than her.
The old woman turned her head, seeing a very young, handsome young man in white clothes.
"Young man, do you want to try my sugar-coated fried chestnuts?"
