Shui Miao's complexion alternated between green and white from Shen Yanxiao's words. Never in his wildest dreams did he expect this little elf to be so eloquent. She had embarrassed him without using any vulgarities.
"You have a sharp tongue, but even if you have a mouthful of sharp teeth, it will not change your fate today," Shui Miao angrily said. He was not here to accompany this arrogant little kid to bicker!
"Yan Xiao, do you admit that you killed my brother, Shui Ling, a member of the highest-ranking tribe?"
Shen Yanxiao shrugged her shoulders.
"Young man, my condolences. I know that you and your brother have a good relationship, but even if he were to die, you as his brother can't drag me along and convict me of crime for no reason. If I was the one who killed Shui Ling, the generals in the advanced training camp would have long removed my head. How could they possibly let you question me?"
