Qingyi suddenly stopped, closing his eyes and controlling the anger burning in his heart.
He didn't want to be a hypocrite. He had done cruel things before, he had tortured men to the point of madness.
But he had never intentionally hurt anyone who hadn't put his life or the lives of his wives at risk.
He had never killed an innocent by choice.
But for Xue Mo, killing those innocent people was little different from crushing an insect.
How could anyone be so unnecessarily cruel?
"Oh... he's hesitating! Looks like your servant isn't so good, hahaha!" The voluptuous woman laughed, approaching Qingyi and ignoring Xue Mo's bitter face.
She reached out her hand, trying to grab him, but her movement stopped at the last moment.
Her eyes widened and a splash of blood hit her face.
Her other siblings had the exact same look of shock as their sister's severed hand fell to the ground.
