Ancestor Mo Jun II

Just like the soft moonlight and gentle wind.

"Qing'er, just kill him and we will continue on with our journey." The man's tone was just as calm as before. His eyes were clear and cold.

Feng Ruqing subconsciously nodded and her lips curled up slightly.

Emperor Xuan Yuan's face changed after listening to these words. He looked like he was crying.

"Don't kill me. Don't kill me. I am still very useful. At least I, alone, am as strong as everyone here. Why don't you get the pot to refine me? I am really obedient."

It was better to beg and live than to die a dignified death. Currently, there were no citizens of Xuan Yuan Kingdom around and there was no way of losing face here.

After all, the skilled masters he brought had all died. Leaving him alone behind, he did not need to bother about his reputation anymore. After all, it was better than dying.

Feng Ruqing raised her head and looked at the huge pot.