"What are you still standing around for? Get rid of that trash for me, break his limbs, and drag him in front of me."
Xia Moxuan collected his expression, snorted coldly at the two guards.
"Young Master, what about this little monk and this little girl?"
Qu Feng whispered near Xia Moxuan's ear.
"Deal with that trash first, then we'll talk…"
Xia Moxuan's expression was cold and stern.
"Little monk, it's all because of you. If you hadn't stopped me from killing the Demon Beast, we wouldn't have encountered this group of bastards."
Beside the little monk, a beautiful woman with the aura of a lotus lightly opened her red lips, voicing a complaint.
"I cannot bear to kill, Miss Yao Yao, you should also refrain from committing too many killings!"
The little monk explained.
"It's not you doing the killing, it's me doing it, you wooden-headed fool…"
Mu Yaoyao brushed her dark hair back, giving the little monk a glance.
