"Heh, do you think I would believe you?"
Jian Yinhe's eyes instantly turned cold, and a sharp Light Sword appeared behind him. He stared intently at the withered old man before him and said indifferently, "Since Ouyang Chuchen didn't kill you, I'll do it myself and end you."
"Kill me?"
The withered old man chuckled a few times and said calmly, "Let's not talk about whether you can kill me. Can you tell me, what reason do you have to kill me?"
"You've cultivated an Evil Technique, deserving a thousand deaths! Besides, if it weren't for you, Xiaorou wouldn't have fallen into Ouyang Chuchen's hands back then."
Jian Yinhe reprimanded sharply.
But soon after, Jian Yinhe realized he had misspoken.
Between him and Tang Xiaorou, there was no longer any relationship.
