"So, listen. You do have a little credit for that."

Everyone turned around.

They saw Baili Jia Jue, outstanding and unrestrained, came from a distance.

His black robes flying, indolent and sexy, like a noble young master who came out straight from a Chinese painting. His eyes cold and detached, a faint light floated in his pupils with a tenth part affection and nine-tenth part ruthlessness.

His thin lips curled and half of his face was covered by a silver mask and revealed a semblance of a smile. His long black hair tied up, giving off a sense of both good and evil.

Then, turning his head away, he bit off the white gloves on his hand, and gently put them aside.

Such Baili Jia Jue is often the most lethal.

It was easy for girls to be infatuated with him.

But only those who knew him well would realize that whenever he entered this state, he would start sorting people out.

He would move forward by exhuming a body for public flogging (flogging a dead body) and would never show mer