Ouyang Xueqing frowned and clicked her tongue. "To think that I don't want to shed even one drop of blood. What should I do now?" She pouted her lips sullenly, her voice dripping with childlike innocence, contrary to her brutal treatment. "Now, my master will be disturbed."
Without any further delay, she grabbed the dying man's neck and cracked it, ripping his life instantly. Even when the man breathed his last, the resentment and shock in his eyes planted onto Ouyang Xueqing firmly.
Before his body could fall to the ground, Ouyang Xueqing extended her arm and caught him easily.
Alas, she was still one step late though as the blood on his jaw had dropped to the ground. Instantly, the faint smell of blood floated through the air and brought away by the howling winter wind. Ouyang Xueqing cursed under her breath, her whole body was emanating coldness she had never shown before.
