Nero habitually chewed her gum for several seconds. Her palms kept moving up the tube; when they came up to the top, she pressed the tube lid.
The thing inside didn't belong to her; she just inherited it… but had never forced the 'Yama' to accept her.
Even so, she was still considered as one of the twelve powerful generals that inherited the name of the tyrant. Of course, Nero didn't care about the fame.
The situation now was that---this knife wasn't ferocious anymore, but as obedient as the 7-year-old her.
"Tofu shop right?" Nero stood up suddenly, putting the tube back on her back and fixing it.
In Luo Qiu's opinion, she was interesting and wild, reminding him of the frank swordswomen in those martial art circles.
Perhaps this character was what Nero desired.
"Oh, remember to keep these souls carefully."
As if nothing ever happened, Luo Qiu tied up the small bag for souls, "It can preserve the souls, but it's a bit too simple."
