He clearly knows that he can only cultivate his abilities the day after tomorrow...

He was obviously so hesitant before and didn't dare to take action...

But why...

"cough."

Bazunzhen interrupted everyone's thoughts with a slight cough, and the look in his eyes was completely different from before.

When everyone took a look, their eyes stung and their souls felt cold.

The cold killing intent was completely different from before.

"I didn't want to kill anyone..."

Bazun murmured, slowly tapping the dead branches on his palms, and then looked around, with no trace of compassion in his eyes, and changed the subject.

"Sang Qiye, you can take her away. Anyway, I won't be able to relieve the evil spirit of loving the common people."

The voice paused.

He raised his chest slightly, breathed out into the sky, and his words were a little more sullen, calming all directions.

"But now that I'm back, I will kill seven hundred people in white clothes and do it for my friend!"
Chapter completed!