"Little Xiao'er… isn't that too cruel?" The youngest, Jing You, looked at Shen Yanxiao with goosebumps. At that moment, Shen Yanxiao did not look like an elf, but a demon.
"Alas." Wu En sighed.
Vermilion Bird, who stood at the side, looked at the few old men with a solemn expression and said with disdain, "You are really hypocritical. My lord… how badly was Xiaoxiao tortured by that elf? Don't you know? The Qingyuan Tribe has already decided to kill Xiaoxiao, and you expect Xiaoxiao to shake hands with them with a smile? Or do you honestly believe that that old bastard Yu Mu would sit down and negotiate with her calmly without resorting to violence? You think Yan Xiao is cruel, but you can't see that the Qingyuan Tribe is even crueler."
Vermilion Bird narrowed his eyes. In his opinion, Shen Yanxiao was already being very gentle.
