Theft

"You killed my beloved pet, my poor turtle. I've raised it for many years, you little brat, come here and exchange your life for his!".

The voice was old and ancient.

Chu Yu did not believe him, if the turtle really did belong to him, this man deserved to die for all the lives that were lost.

As the old man laughed, he looked at Qing Er and said, "This little snake is not bad, it has good skin, I'll play with you for a bit. I haven't seen a woman here in ages!".

"Come here little snake, I won't kill you!".

Qing Er wanted to slap him to death, but she did not take action.

Chu Yu was shocked, for someone to have seen through Qing Er's disguise, the person must have been extremely power.

Qing Er was close to the Saint Realm, did this mean that this old man was a Saint?

Chu Yu opened his vertical eye to inspect this old man.

Boom!

A grandeur energy overcame him.

Chu Yu almost spat out a mouthful of blood.