"It just gazed at me dumbly, and after a while, it stretched out its tongue and gently licked my hand.
Its tongue even had barbs, but its movements were so gentle that it wasn't painful; it tickled."
Qiu Shiyin continued, "In that moment, I knew I absolutely couldn't bring myself to kill it with my own hands."
"I picked it up, threw it back onto the bed, then turned around and left the room.
Although I couldn't bring myself to kill it, I knew in my heart if the little monster grew up, it would definitely become terrifying.
Because it carried the strong scent of Netherworld Death Qi, just like those Origin Demons.
So, I decided to let it starve to death in the room."
"As I was leaving, the little monster continuously made pitiful cries toward me, as if it were crying, begging me not to leave.
I held back, held back from looking back.
Because I knew if I looked back and saw its eyes again, I might soften my heart and change my mind," said Qiu Shiyin calmly.
