She was just pitying him.
He pitied this child for having suffered so much, pitied him for being tortured by his own hatred, and for being trapped in it, unable to escape.
Therefore, when she was forced to separate and played by him twice, song qingxiao was not angry because she knew that it was a way for him to vent his resentment.
But now, with a mocking attitude, he treated ordinary people's lives like ants and played with them in the palm of his hand. When he gave her a choice, her expression finally changed.
The demonic soul body that was formed by the dark green token in the air trembled slightly-it had already broken away from the blood contract with song qingxiao, but it could still sense her anger from her body.
"You shouldn't look down on human lives."
Her tone was calm, but the anger in her heart was like a suppressed undercurrent, hidden within.
"Why are you angry?" The huge string devil grinned, and black Qi surged on his face.
