Qin Ruo, the alchemist of the Profound Cloud Continent, was attacked by several opponents when he was about to become one with the pill. His soul managed to escape and possessed the body of the third son of the head of the ancient Qin Clan in Wuzhen's six major families named Qin Ruo. As the son of a big Huaxia family who couldn't cultivate, he was abandoned so as not to bring shame on them. With this body, Qin Ruo would strive to regain his former glory. Anyone on his way would only be a stepping stone.
Zao Qing raised her right hand and stared at the palm print of her right hand carefully. Zao Qing said to herself, "I don't even know how many people I've killed. About a dozen more. Last night, I killed sixteen people." Zao Qing's body unconsciously She shivered a bit, as if recalling what happened last night. Zao Qing said, "I myself feel scary. Qin Ruo, do you think I'm scary?"
Qin Ruo said: "No, you are not scary. Even if you let me get into this kind of thing, I will kill those killers who want to kill me without hesitation."
Zao Qing said, "Am I not cute anymore?"
Qin Ruo said, "No. You are very cute. In my eyes, you have always been the cutest girl." Qin Ruo praised Zao Qing without hesitation.
Zao Qing breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Maybe, it was the god of death."
Qin Ruo said: "You keep saying, Death, Death. But what kind of organization is Death? Why do you always think Death did it?"