Why kill her? Did that need to be asked?
Yu Mingye smirked. "That woman was watching you with pure hatred and conceit."
Only then did Feng Wu realize that despite the goofy teenager's bright smile, he was still from the Dark Court. He had grown up watching people kill each other, and a bloody massacre wouldn't even make him blink. Taking lives came to him as naturally as breathing.
Recalling what Mu Yaoyao had done to her back in Northern Border City, Feng Wu snorted. "If someone is going to kill her, it has to be me."
"That's right!" Yu Mingye's eyes lit up. "You're a pretty decent cultivator yourself and you won't break a sweat killing her!"
That reminded Yu Mingye of Feng Wu's lie and he got cross again. He glared at Feng Wu with puffed out cheeks.
Feng Wu rubbed her temples. How could the teenager be so vengeful?
